Yesterday for the first time I entered a country by road. It was a great experience.
After crossing the border, I took a bus from Satkhira to Khulna, my first bus ride in Bangladesh, and it was full of surprises. The guy next to me told me that he got his daughter married last week. I responded back complimenting him saying, “You look quite young. I would not have guessed that you had a daughter of marriageable age!” (I know I sound as if I am hitting on a woman in a bar!)
“I am forty and my daughter is 16 years old. How old are you?”, he replied with a smile that exposed his brownish teeth.
“34”, I replied.
“Are you married?”, he asked.
I said, “No.”
“Things somehow did not workout”
“One should always get married. You have beautiful women in India. I love Indian women. I dream of them all the time. But I could get married only to a Bangladeshi woman. But you should find an Indian woman and get married soon”, he implored in a way.
“I am an old guy as per Indian family standards. Which family will give me a girl?”, I responded jovially.
He chided me and said, “If you have gold and a good erection, you can get married any time!”
I did not know how to respond to that statement, “Oh, this bus is going very slow, isn’t it?” I changed the topic and saved myself from some more public embarrassment (or at least I hope to think so).