The third time I awoke in the night is the time I decided to stay awake. The sun hadn’t yet peeked over the urban mountains, but it was clear that I wasn’t the only one awake.

An instant stickiness found it’s way to my skin when I shut off the AC in my bedroom. I slinked my way to the kitchen and stuck my head out the window to witness motorists and pedestrians yelling and honking.

My first morning in Dhaka, Bangladesh.