Encountering roots
On a freezing morning, I woke up and was amazed by the view from my window. The pond beside my room was covered by a thin layer of fog. My sense of time and space had been blurred long ago. Now I can hardly remember the days in Dhaka.
When the whole world was in the grasp of Covid-19, I was experiencing it only through different news portals. I spent my last few days just roaming around our farmhouse and making flutes. Weeks ago we heard the news of only two Covid cases in our village. When I first returned from Dhaka, I was frightened and my mind was beset by anxiety.
All of these seem like a far-off nightmare now. The pandemic came with a series of new experiences. Many common things became very precious. I started looking at my surroundings with a more intimate perspective.
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Many random strangers became close confidantes. This series of photographs is about my encounters during the pandemic. Those encounters brought forth mixed feelings in my mind. There were times when I was frightened and lost but my surroundings helped a lot, those small mundane elements with little or no significance kept my hope alight through those dark phases.
