First published in Daily Star, Bangladesh

Pink cherry blossoms, born of the whiteness of snow and the redness of blood, bloom in April. An embroidery frame of silk with red cascades of flowers, that on trees stay pink, forms a gateway to a garden I had known long ago, a garden born from centuries of sweat of incarnadined hands scabbed by fantasies, sculpted to perfection. Jade plants stand cold, watching koi ponds with ...