Fifty-three years is a long time—long enough for memories to fray, for many details to be lost, and for even those that endure to begin to fade.
We are celebrating the golden jubilee of our country’s independence this year. Fifty years of existence of this sovereign state called Bangladesh; the Bengali people’s thousand-year yearning for statehood finally given tangible shape and form.
Fifty-three years is a long time—long enough for memories to fray, for many details to be lost, and for even those that endure to begin to fade.
We are celebrating the golden jubilee of our country’s independence this year. Fifty years of existence of this sovereign state called Bangladesh; the Bengali people’s thousand-year yearning for statehood finally given tangible shape and form.
