Dhaka's Disco Balls
Every time I step onto the street in Dhaka, I expect to see something new or unexpected. Ordinary and Dhaka simply don't mix. I remember last year when I saw a man selling an assortment of "high quality" disco balls in Gulshan I laughed until tears were streaming down my face. The sincerity with which the guy was promoting his product was amusing but I couldn't bring myself to buy a something for which I had no real use. I mean, really, does anyone have a genuine need for a hand crafted disco ball? We saw him almost once a week but never seriously considered wasting our money on such a frivolous purchase.
I am however, well known as a sucker for random, odd and completely impractical trinkets.
Dani lovingly succumbed to the frequent temptation and bought one of his small disco balls for two hundred taka with me in mind. I am overjoyed with her purchase and my personal disco ball is currently hanging from our air conditioner and turning our living room into one heck of a party. Metaphorically anyways.
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