I thought I was back in Bangladesh. There was someone on the street outside calling out, selling something. I was reminded of the shobji (vegetable) sellers who'd stroll up and down the neighbourhood at all hours of the morning shouting out their wares. And then there was the old one-legged beggar who'd take up residence directly below my window but across the street, and start his chant of "Allah, Allah" at about 6am.
I can't believe it's almost been 9 months since I left.