DHAKA — The 9:45 PM northbound exhales out of Kamalapur, and within minutes the compartment becomes a village: tea passed hand to hand, a student reciting notes aloud, a soldier asleep upright like a flagpole.
Hawkers board at every halt with geography you can eat — Tangail's chamcham, Sirajganj's doi — mapping the country in sweets.
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Reported by Tanmoy Das • Edited by the Daily Best News desk. Send corrections to [email protected].
