on the metro ride home, i ran into an elementary school bengali friend. she was dripping with fake conversation, and i hated every second of it. but i went along with it, because that is the polite thing to do. she tried to poke her business into my sister's married life, and i didn't give her an opportunity to criticize. "he's one of the nicest people i know," i said.
and then she mentioned a local bengali boy, who, a couple of days ago, had been shot in the head. he had gotten himself involved in the drug trade. i was horrified - that's terrible, i said. she nodded and then said, "but at least he died in the month of ramadan. that's good." seeing my reaction, her words stumbled. "i mean, it's not good but it's a silver lining."
she was a fucking idiot.
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