The Marble That Bounced Beneath My Bed

Before I started school, my family lived in an old detached house in Dhanmondi, Dhaka, around 1982. The house had a large backyard, a front lawn and a garage, with the quiet, ageing character of homes that are now rare. My older brother was already in school, while my father went to work each day. My mother and her helper were often busy with household chores, so I spent long hours playing alone. It was during those lonely afternoons that something strange began to happen beneath my bed.

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