Outskirts of Dhaka - time is dusk - when everything starts slowing down. The light starts fading, the heat starts washing away with gentle breeze, objects begin to fade in the background, the voices become softer.
Suddenly something lifts, you breath in, hold the feeling inside and slowly let it out. The crowded city opens up. You look up into the stunning vibrancy of western sky through the moist air. The surrounding deepening darkness seems to frame the sky. It almost feels like the lights are deeming for the show to begin.