I was passing by the lake of our cuty, Dhaka. It was mid noon. It was a regular week day when everyone is hussling through the road. And then I saw this, in midst of this depressive traffic jam and workaholic people, someone has stopped to capture moments, someone has stopped to capture love.
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<span class="int-own-work" lang="en">Own work</span>