This little tale concerns an event in the sleepy provincial town of Rajshahi, where we lived many years ago during our first stay here. Recently, Jules and I were asked to be godparents to our former cook’s elder brother’s daughter. Here in Bangladesh, where every family relationship has its own exact title, there’s probably a term for cook’s elder brother’s daughter too, but I haven’t learnt it yet.

After a six-hour car journey and a short night’s sleep, we turn up at the neat little Christian Mission church at dawn, the cross up on the roof silhouetted against the expanding morning sky. Long shadows intermingling with gold lozenges of sunlight on the ground. Ducks and geese waddling past, pecking at the earth. The service, we’ve been told, is to begin at 7.00. It would appear the British concept of a Sunday lie-in is a little lost on the Church of Bangladesh.

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