As some of you might know, I have been visiting relatives this summer back in Bangladesh. The trip started off brilliantly. So much have changed. So many things to see. So many new places to go. So many new faces. The first few days was catch up, it various respects. Then there was the tour to little America (a.k.a the American Embassy).

Things have been going on smoothly until the last 24 hours, when things took some weird and unexpected turns. Yes I meant turns and not a simgular turn. My cousins, including my aunt and uncle, came over to Bangladesh this year to attend a marriage. Tons of fun and entertainment awaits them. And so did something that they couldn’t even fathom. Towards the end of the day yesterday, what happened would taint them forever.

You see, they were travelling in two cars, and they needed to get some shopping done before they came over to our place at the end of the day. So they were moving around with a chunk of their luggage. In that luggage was a bag. A fifteen kilogram weighing bag. That contained a bunch of gifts, some clothes, makeup, facial stuff and about 30 grand worth of gold jewelery. No, that didn’t get stolen.

Ladies and gentlemen, they forgot to take it out of the cab they were going around in. They had a private car, but that particular bag was in the other car, which was a cab. A yellow cab. Whose driver’s name was Abul Kalam Azad. And that’s all we know.