Dhaka (capital of Bangladesh) has recently been voted the second worst city to live in. There’s little reason to rejoice not being the champions, since that honor went to none other than Damascus. A week later, a listicle list apparently ranked Dhaka as the 7th happiest city. I don’t know much about rankings. But no one who has lived in Bangladesh can ever deny how pointlessly happy we are. So much so that the 147th developed country out of 196, was ranked 11th happiest not long ago. What is the secret? I think it has to do with being content with small achievements, everyday blessings and ordinary love.
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