A nostalgic journey through summer in Bangladesh, filled with mangoes, krishnachura blooms, clay water pots, family rituals, and the forgotten wisdom of the Bengali kitchen. The Forgotten Summer Wisdom of Bengal When I was young, my journey to school took me through the Ramna area. Every year, almost without warning, the roads would be covered in red and yellow blooms. As a child, I never thought much about it. The flowers would appear, scatter across the pavements, and then, after a while, they would be gone. The next time I noticed them, I would be a little taller, wearing a…
