I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
I visited my village after many years, to experience the season of monsoon all over again. I relived age-old stories of the rain, of the river and of my childhood. The essence of the past and beauty of nature were new to the city man that I had become. || PHOTOS AND TEXT:NASIRUL ISLAM
