The men of Bangladesh"s tiny islands, called chars, often leave home in the summer to find work on the mainland. The women stay behind, vulnerable to the monsoons and often driven to the rooftops of their inundated homes.
You are sitting by a quietly flowing stream in the countryside. It is spring and life is green and moist? Sitting on a rock, the sights and sounds of the flowing water begin to work their mysterious way into your nervous system.