Shot in the city of Sonargaon, Bangladesh.
An old man wearing a white taqiyah and a lungi was crouching at the entrance. The building behind him seemed to be his shop. I didn't understand what kind of shop it was, I understood there were no customers at the time of shooting.
The man wore a severe expression. And he could have nothing to do. He came out of his shop and watched the traffic while he was waiting for customers coming helplessly. Unfortunately, I was not a kind of person whom he waited for.