I was five when I first visited Cox's Bazar. We took a train from Kamalapur, and I was super stoked, so much so that I unboxed and wore my special watch. However, calamity struck when I opened a window, and the strap got loose and the watch slipped off. I panicked, and tried to stop the train. But it was hard to pull the handle, in the cold November train.

My exams are going on right now. I have bad habits when it comes to studying. I procrastinate and cram. Problems arise when my head stops working the morning of the exam. Last week, I showed up at university barefeet. It was hard to put on sandals, for my cold November brain.

My first taste of betrayal as a child was when I read in a book that the October revolution happened in November, 1917. It had something to do with mismatched calendars. I guess it was hard to keep the schedule, when breaking November chains.

My ex's birthday was this month. I was sad that day. It made me think, will I be sad the day she gets married? What if she invites me? Will it be in November? I think it'll be hard to enter the pandal, with my cold November pain.