At 26 degrees, though, it is just more summer without the humidity. As my foreign friends like to say, it is what it is. Reconciled to the reality of what it is, and since there are no forests in Dhaka for forest bathing, I go up to the roof with a glass of cool lemonade instead of hot tea, sit among the myriad plants that I have collected, and do plant bathing, while taking deep breaths of what I like to imagine is pure oxygen. Face turned to the sky, I lean back and enjoy the feeling of just being alive. The birds chirp, parrots fly past and a breeze stirs gently in the palms.