“I found no way to understand whether Dhaka looks by fixing its eyes in the glittering windows of buildings risen on the ground of poverty, or looks up at the sky, placing eyes upon the rugs of the dreams of children of shanty towns, to peer through torn roofs at desires like stars and the moon.”

“I found no way to understand whether Dhaka looks by fixing its eyes in the glittering windows of buildings risen on the ground of poverty, or looks up at the sky, placing eyes upon the rugs of the dreams of children of shanty towns, to peer through torn roofs at desires like stars and the moon.”

— Suman Pokhrel