'The tongue is a counsellor, the mind an interpreter, and it is the heart which is influenced.'
The location was Dhanmondi Lake, which is the centre of much activity daily in Dhaka city. Today was particularly vibrant, and extra dirty dusty, but the activity of all were noisily orchestrated as usual in the city.
Focused on the park kids, immersed in their activities, I guess could best be described as loitering, but always full of purpose and genuine expression, which is more than can be said for the various other public such as the 'couples', 'vendors', 'walkers', 'sporty ones', and the general diaspora.
Found some cool graffiti too, thought till now Dhaka was bereft of urban street art. Sure it doesn't exist much as a collective form, but the bits I found were rather interesting.
Lastly, found what was this large red brick building with a minaret type of tower and vast sprawling fancy tile work, and thought it was a temple or something, but it turns out that it is someones house! Now I'm immensely curious about what people actually live here, and what the hell I would do with a tower in my house.
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