Roots, I sometimes think, are a conservative myth, designed to keep us in our places.When individuals come unstuck from their native land, they are called migrants. When nations do the same thing (Bangladesh), the act is called secession. What is the best thing about migrant people and seceded nations? I think it is their hopefulness. Look into the eyes of such fold in old photographs. Hope blazes undimmed through the fading sepia tints. And what39;s the worst thing? It is the emptiness of one39;s luggage. I39;m speaking of invisible suitcases, not the physical, perhaps cardboard, variety containing a few meaning-drained mementoes: we have come unstuck from more than land. We have floated upwards from history, from memory, from Time.I may be such a person. Pakistan may be such a country.Term ...