Sharmee Hossain

Various forms of hair-policing tend to target the vulnerable in our society.

My mother’s house is beside a lake that separates the rich and mighty of the city from a little isle of people who work for them.

My father’s ancestors were Ayurvedic medicine men from a remote corner of the North Bengal. A few generations ago, one of them had cured a long-lasting ailment of the Raja of Taherpur and had received, as a reward, a large chunk of agricultural land or “joat” next to the mighty Joshoi Beel.