Last night, we were not in the mood of cooking and therefore went to buy some curry in our nearby restaurant. There we met this girl who happened to come from Bangladesh as well. We started talking and she described how tough her life has been here, so far. The descriptions were really touching. We felt for her and all other students, who leave their country for a better life and then pass through the same suffering.
Its of course, all about money. Problem with coming from a poor country is, the apparently huge amount of money sent to you from your family, when converted into rich country’s currency, becomes really insignificant. Unless your family back home is really really rich, you soon realise you have to earn your own expenses. Every student we have seen so far, is doing the same. They are trying to survive the academic years, for once that has been accomplished, they will get the permit to work full time.
Luckily for me, I never had that enough richness to venture the thought of coming here as a student! 
Therefore, we thankfully, are living on the other side of this stream. People in this side, wake up with alarm clocks, catch the same carriage of the exact same train on exact o’clock everyday. Most of them return home long after the sun has set with their shoulders and heads pointing towards earth and the face clearly expressing the tiredness.
Which is, to me, is still fine. I mean life was never supposed to be easy. But when after all this, something from inside keeps you asking what the hell are you doing here, I get really confused! This is something I have wanted for so long and thankfully I have got it. But I never knew the cost that I had to pay, cause I had never lived without my family before.
I just hope and believe, this is for the better for all of us.
