Dirt for Dhaka

So Dhaka these days can basically be summed up in one word...

Congested

With the rainy season long gone, the streets of Dhaka fill with more and more pollution and dust. I find myself walking around holding my orna over my face for protection. Even though I leave my house fragrant of grapefruit and Ivory Shampoo, I'll return within any given amount of time reeking of automobile fumes. I'm on my second cold for the season. Last year, I had four before the rains came. I think of children in the streets...growing up with asthma. I think of the poor people with dust allergies. There is so much I take for granted.