I was waiting with my friend (whom I call chacha) at the main road near Uttara. He was supposed to go to Mohammedpur this night as his nephew’s birthday was on the next day. This series of photographs talks about the random characters and stories I found within those 3-4 minutes. And it was a strike of 36 hours. The photographs were shot all around the 21st hour.
A rickshaw puller with his rickshaw on the main road. Only during the strikes and national holidays, they get to become the kings of the main road.
The villain; he was charging double of the normal rate from the average people in that area. At the end the driver was looking if there was any potential passenger.
A man who did not rush to the CNG and did let four women in that place to take it first.
The bus won’t even give a brake. Anybody who wants to get on has to rush for it.
My friend Chacha inside the box. I think he will be alright. Because the driver has mother’s prayers with him, or at least thats what is written at the back in Bangla.
