My Favorite Oil Pastels

When I was little, my youngest uncle had given me a set of oil pastels to draw with. They quickly became my favorite. I even brought it with me when I moved to America. I had it for a bit until they were practically taken from me. We had a family friend come over to our house and they had a daughter who was like three at the time. I was six. Unfortunately, she eyed my favorite oil pastels and wouldn’t leave without it. I was reluctant to give it to her and looked over to my parents. They understood my feelings but didn’t say anything to her parents. What could they say when her parents themselves weren’t saying anything to their daughter? In the end, baba told me to give it to her. I was appalled and angry at the baby’s parents that they could have let something like this happen. Yeah, sure the baby might not be able to help it, but isn’t it their duty to teach her what’s right and what’s wrong. The mother was apologetic that her daughter took the crayons but to me it didn’t matter how apologetic she was. She didn’t stop her daughter from taking it. She didn’t take the time to realize how special those crayons were to me. I cried that day, after they left. I cried and I moved on.

And you know what happened to my crayons?

A few months later when we went to visit their house, the aunty was telling my parents and I that she is often times saddened to see the broken pieces of my crayons lying around when cleaning the floor. I wish she would have seen my fists clench at that moment or see how hurt I felt. ໒( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )७ She actually had the gall to mention that in front of me when it was she who did nothing to stop her daughter in both cases. Ugh, people I tell you ໒( ⇀ ‸ ↼ )७. Gets on my nerves.

On the bright side… this time I bought a set of oil pastels when I visited Bangladesh           °˖ ✧◝(○ ヮ ○)◜✧˖ °

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Oil Pastels ❤ ❤

I was so happy to buy this. I felt I had found something I lost years ago. So many beautiful memories are attached with this little thing.           (︶▽︶)

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Dadi’s Garden

I wanna go back 😭. I spent the first six years of my life here. This specific window led to my grandmother’s tiny garden. Every once in a while she would have it opened to tend to the plants. We both would stand on this side of the window watching the plants being watered or the guavas being picked from the guava tree. Thank you ammu for opening this gate for me that day. The rain, the atmosphere, and the vehicles on the street both heightened my emotions and brought back many beautiful memories. I am going to cherish this moment forever. And thank you for keeping dadi’s garden flourishing all throughout the years ❤️❤️, even though it has changed quite a bit…. the jackfruit tree has gotten smaller and the guava tree is no more. Even in dadi’s absence, I feel her presence every time I’m here 😌.

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My New Favorite Dessert Shop 

Passion Fruit Tea with Popping Boba

This place is my new favorite dessert shop. When I left work in Chinatown, Philadelphia this month, I was disappointed that I won’t be able to visit some of my favorite places anymore. Because I got out of work late, I never got the chance to try T-Swirl Crepe or Frozen, the rolled ice cream shop. But after coming to Cafe Cabana, it seems like I’m back in Chinatown. There’s crepes, rolled ice cream, Bubble and fruit teas, and best of all Shaved Milk Snow 😍😍😍

Shell Collecting 

I came across this picture as I was looking through my phone and immediately thought, “The shells! Where are the shells?!” Thankfully, while doing a little digging, I found it tucked away in my closet. The girl on my left noticed I was collecting, and without me even asking, she collected a bunch for me 🙂 ❤. Then the other girl joined in and started collecting more as we walked, scooping the edges of her kameez to make a pouch for the shells. They stayed with me the entire time so I could walk across the rocks and coral stones easily. And the  shell in the third picture, our photographer (a native of Cox’s Bazaar) found for me because he wanted me to take a piece of his home with him ❤❤

Inani Beach, Cox’s Bazaar, Bangladesh