While making illustrations for these letters, I was so overwhelmed. It is truly tragic that majority of us can relate to these unfortunate events that our surroundings do to us. Again it's comforting to know that other people are winning at the same battles that we go through. May we get to live, breathe and grow in this city. May we get the strength to protect ourselves as this reality won't stop hurting us anyways.
Letter no: 99
"PS. Please have more green and less concretes. Green suits you more"
This illustration is based on a letter that states how this concrete built city suffocates us. Yet I couldn't limit the illustration showing that side instead I felt the urge to show how intensely the author longs for a piece of nature in this ever-growing city.
"PS. Please have more green and less concretes. Green suits you more"
This illustration is based on a letter that states how this concrete built city suffocates us. Yet I couldn't limit the illustration showing that side instead I felt the urge to show how intensely the author longs for a piece of nature in this ever-growing city.
Letter no: 103
"Dear Dhaka,
I hope unlike me, you are doing well. Shining bright and reflecting light like you've always been doing. I still remember the first time I had a doubt about you. Since then, all my doubts just have been proving themselves correct. I wonder do you ever feel guilt, Or do you try to brush it off like I try to brush off the things you've done to me? "
I hope unlike me, you are doing well. Shining bright and reflecting light like you've always been doing. I still remember the first time I had a doubt about you. Since then, all my doubts just have been proving themselves correct. I wonder do you ever feel guilt, Or do you try to brush it off like I try to brush off the things you've done to me? "
Letter no: 22
Amidst the canvas of our contemporary world, a sombre masterpiece unfolds, reflecting the heart-breaking reality of gender inequality. The brushstrokes are heavy, their strokes laden with the weight of unaddressed disparities. Women, regardless of their aspirations, continue to bear the weight of a world that often treats them as the 'second favourite.
Letter no: 76
The burden of being a girl is constant. At least some of us are lucky to have a scar free childhood.. I don't really recall any unfortunate events from my past and I'm grateful for that. This letter had this little peek of a happy child who used to go to the Ramna batamul to celebrate Pohela Boishakh. The contrast between her childhood memory and reality just demonstrates how time and society grooms us to be objects.
The burden of being a girl is constant. At least some of us are lucky to have a scar free childhood.. I don't really recall any unfortunate events from my past and I'm grateful for that. This letter had this little peek of a happy child who used to go to the Ramna batamul to celebrate Pohela Boishakh. The contrast between her childhood memory and reality just demonstrates how time and society grooms us to be objects.
Letter no: 113
"I've been hurled straight into the concrete of your roads. I have been harassed at midnight on lakeside check posts. I have had your policies and your rules of governance choke me. Yet you've seen me come back every time, not necessarily out of my volition, but again as a survivor does to their abuser's abode until they can build the capacity to leave, tearing away from the thousand sticky tentacles that wrap around the neck, asking them to stay, begging them to believe this is home".
I will miss you. I miss you even when I'm still with you. I miss what you were, what you could have been. But I do not love you, I have entertained that idealistic stockholm syndrome for far too long. By your billboards and culture industry who tried to convince me that you are indeed Jadur Shohor Where is your magic?"
I will miss you. I miss you even when I'm still with you. I miss what you were, what you could have been. But I do not love you, I have entertained that idealistic stockholm syndrome for far too long. By your billboards and culture industry who tried to convince me that you are indeed Jadur Shohor Where is your magic?"
