Ten Minutes: Stranger
Years ago, I took a boat to Bangladesh with a man I hardly trusted named Ajom Bhuiyan. I couldn't sleep most nights. His sailing was suspect, adding an unnecessary layer of danger to the already tumultuous Bay of Bengal. He rarely spoke and preferred to eat alone, which made me feel isolated on a ship that seemed to shrink by the day. I had no choice at this point and was in desperate need of safe travel.
When we arrived, he wished me well and I couldn’t help but wonder if my feelings had been misplaced.