While walking through the busy life of this bustling city, a small scene suddenly catches our eye. A very simple jhalmuri shop has been set up on the roadside, but there is no one there. On a small wooden table, sacks of jhalmuri, a plastic box, a small red bucket and some paper are arranged on a large aluminum plate. Looking at the scene, it seems that the shopkeeper has gone somewhere far away for a while or maybe is taking a break.
In this ever-familiar city life around us, how many people sweat like this every day for a living. This small jhalmuri shop is not just a place of business, but it is a silent witness to a person's daily struggle for survival. This image behind the dust of the sidewalk and the old wall seems to portray a very familiar story to us. Jhalmuri is not just a food for Bengalis, it is the name of a chat, joy and a handful of taste.
When we walk past these shops during our breaks, we may not notice the untold hardships behind them. People work hard from morning till night in the hope of earning a little. Even when they get a chance to rest, their minds are always on this small capital of livelihood. The seller may have left this beloved workplace for a short time, but the empty chair and shop he left behind tell a different story.
This small shop on the roadside reminds us of the true nature of life, which is simple and struggle. Even in the crowd of big buildings or modernity, these simple sidewalks have survived as an integral part of our culture. The seller may come back and start making money again, and his magical touch will attract a crowd of pedestrians. This is how the familiar world around us continues, where every person has their own story of struggle in their life.
| Photography | Details |
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| Mobile | Vivo-12A |
| Location | Bangladesh |
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