one afternoon my work requires me to go around the village looking for people in the photos, that everyone has taken since we got here. it is called the village photo project and its an effort to replace the tangible memories that were lost in the cyclone.
two hours in the village, surrounded by a mob of 50 people, children and adults screaming 'photo, photo', me occasionally screaming 'thaama'(stop!)- made me realize how precious photos are to everyone here. its a snapshot at a moment in time, when they are so thrilled by foreigners taking their pictures with fancy cameras instead of mobile phones!
so, i decide to go a bit farther with my photos as well. there is no photo studio in rayenda with digital photo printing capabilities, the closest is in bagerhat, a 2 hour bus ride away. on a sultry afternoon, i get on a bus to bagerhat. the mundane bus ride becomes interesting as the old man seated next to me adopts me. Shahjahan is the kindest, gentlest soul i met in bangladesh. having watched us toil in the sun in the lumber yard, he has the deepest respect for the volunteers.
an hour after reaching bagerhat, and a coffee and snacks later, i have the photos in hand. mission accomplished. now i will proudly adorn my flickr portfolio with those pictures!
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