UP | uncultured project

Sunday is actually the start of the week in Bangladesh. For me, this week started with a huge explosion not far from here.

I just heard some sirens in the distance – probably rushing towards the source of the explosion. I was kind of worried that the explosion might have been something more sinister (re: terrorist related). Looking out the window and seeing the reaction of some of my neighbors on the street – I wasn’t the only one worried about that. But, in all likelihood, it was probably just a blown transformer. I say probably because the explosion knocked out the power to this house. What is it with me and transformers exploding near me?

Unfortunately, my aunt and uncle (whom I’m currently staying with) were kind of relying on having electricity today. For the next two days, there will be no gas piped to the house. The gas outage is actually city-wide because repairs needed to be done on the gas transmission line. That means no hot water and – more importantly – it also means no stove….

My aunt had spent yesterday frantically cooking two days worth of meals (breakfast, lunch, and supper) for her family of four (plus me). The idea was we were going to store everything in the fridge and warm it all up in the microwave. Unfortunately, we don’t have a Plan B. Admittedly, since most homes don’t have luxuries like microwaves or hot plates, I’m sure there are a lot of others currently worse off than me.