I realize it’s not that common to go to a concert alone. The raised eyebrows of the people I told about my solo trip to the concert confirmed this assumption.
But growing up as the ‘awkward quiet kid’, I’ve gotten used to doing things on my own. And to be honest, I enjoy it too. For example, I like watching movies alone because I can enjoy what is happening on the screen without having to answer questions like, ‘what happened there, what the guy said, what we get at the interval break’ Want Chicken Pops or Chicken ‘Nuggets?’
So on D-Day, I boarded a bus that proved Google Maps’ guess wrong and arrived at the destination 48 minutes later than the app’s estimate. But no harm was done because as a seasoned Dhaka resident, I left my house two and a half hours before the concert and reached the venue in time to spare.