Project Description

His knees usually crack like dry sticks by midday, but today there's no pain. The rickshaw doesn't feel heavy today. For the first time it feels like it’s actually moving on its own.

It’s his little girls' birthday. She is sitting where the 'important' people usually sit, legs dangling in a pink dress that probably cost him a five days worth of salary. Those red, yellow, and bright pink balloons snapping and popping in the wind; a loud, happy contrast to the dusty grey skyline of Dhaka.

To the cars honking and rushing past them, he’s just another man in a lungi, grinding through the heat. But he isn't looking at the traffic. He’s listening to the giggle that breaks out every time they hit a pothole. He isn't 'pulling' a load today, rather, he’s chauffeuring a queen.

In a city that usually grinds us down, these three wheels are finally rolling the right way. He’s not just pedaling to a destination, he’s giving her the one thing he can truly afford, twenty minutes where the whole world belongs to her.