minnesota

I was dinking around on Google yesterday and decided to type in the name of a former dorm-mate. What surfaced was a newsletter for the Bengali (an Indian ethnic group) community in Minnesota called "Sannikat." I browsed through the 50-some paged adobe document--mostly printed in Bengali script which I can't decipher.

I am in love. Again. It happens yearly. Apparently, I just can’t commit, because every spring I fall in love all over again, after swearing her off from October to April. But then every year we meet up again at the May Day Parade, and our torrid affair starts all over.