I was chasing a new light led by a star a couple of years ago. Born and raised in Naogaon, I later migrated to Dhaka. Shaken by the gravity, I started exposing films on a plastic medium format camera and a mechanical SLR. Negatives were full of evaporated, burnt memories. I loved experimenting with multiple camera types and different film formats and making it into one visual narrative.
Bengali folk songs, which have their roots in rural Bengal and are inspired by Sufism, often talk about another entity that lives inside each human being. Poets lament about never seeing or fully understanding this entity. Being the uprooted person I am of a busy metropolitan, I have never been very spiritual; I have never felt sure about the presence of this entity. Sometimes, however, I feel it lurking in the shadows, hiding behind everyday objects. Who is this person? Where is the rest of her?