November was white December was grey
“Thirty days hath September, April, June and November.”
The penultimate month of 2015 saw so much take place. Jazz fest, Folk fest, this fest, that fest. Leave the political stories aside, November has consistently proved itself to be the “Month of Culture” in the past several years. Should we make it official already?
What's so special about it anyway? Do your birthdays fall within these days? Is it the weather? No, what you saw a few days ago wasn't the fog. It was only an enormous cloud of pollutants floating on the stagnant air of Dhaka. Starting tomorrow, it will produce currents of classical tunes.
Everything that could happen, happens in November.
Good luck, December.
– Kazi Akib Bin Asad, Master of Ping Pong, SHOUT
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