Dhaka Drifts
✏️ Day 14 – Dhaka Drifts
(Bangladesh)
Today my pencil pulled me onto water.
One stroke… and a river spread across my page.
Another stroke… and wooden boats appeared,
tilting gently as if nodding hello.
The pencil swirled quick and light,
rickshaw wheels spun across the margins,
their bells jingling inside my ears.
It paused, then curved carefully—
the domes of Lalbagh Fort rose,
like sleepy guardians of the city.
A secret slipped out as I drew:
Dhaka is called the “City of Mosques,”
with more than seven hundred,
each one a prayer sketching the sky.
I laughed softly.
Maybe my pencil had become a minaret today,
calling me not to prayer,
but to wonder.
When I signed the page,
the river rippled back at me—
a smile in water and ink.
