চক্র- Endless Cycle
চক্র- Endless Cycle
Zareen Tasnima
Bangladesh
Project Description
It was a rainy afternoon, the kind where everything feels slower but the city never really stops. Water filled the streets, reflecting soft, blurry colors. In the middle of it all, a rickshaw moved forward, its wheels cutting through muddy water, its painted back still bright under the grey sky.
The passengers sat under umbrellas, staying dry, quietly watching the road. Around them, life went on, shopkeepers covering their goods, people rushing to get home. The rickshaw passed through these small moments like it always does, a normal part of the city.
But the man pulling it was struggling. His feet slipped on the wet road, his clothes were soaked, and his body looked tired. Still, he kept going. Every step needed effort, but stopping was not an option. People often see rickshaws as something beautiful, a part of culture that even the world admires. But they don’t always see the person behind it.
In that rainy moment, it becomes clear, the rickshaw carries more than people. It carries the weight of someone’s hard life. And still, the wheels keep turning.