It was like a fog blanket when we were going to Mirpur that morning - enveloping us from all corners. I was thinking of the last time when I was in Mirpur with Mukti, Amaya and Tanveer.
I was half-awake and half-sleep; car was driving into the mist and into fleeting scenes;
fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among meadows; fog into the branches of ancient trees; fog with glittering sun on a boy’s bike, fog drooping into bamboo bridges making geometric lines, and into fishnets..
The raw morning was rawest, and the dense fog was densest, trees vanish into fog and fog fading into itself.

I did not check back the photos till I was back to USA. When I saw those later, it felt this was how my mind was.. that morning.