Kawran Bazar in Dhaka is an epitome of chaos, collision and noise. This 17th century built market named after a Marwari trader in undivided India, bustles every day and night especially when truck loads of all kinds of fruits, vegetables etc are dumped here from all across Bangladesh and segregated via further distribution channels.
Amidst such activities at the dead end of the night and wee hours of the day, tired figures that of the traders, coolies etc who make a living there, can be seen. I have tried to capture these odd men out who actually do not represent the vibrancies of this huge wholesale market at the heart of the capital city of Bangladesh.
Although insignificant to the irony here that I wish to portray, the exuberance of these people did create a long lasting impact within myself that I shall never forget. The experience I have had during this trip to Bangladesh out of a golden opportunity to attend a workshop conducted by a renowned documentarian and above all, a wonderful person, will be long cherished.