This is Nazirhat, a fishing village situated beside Cox’s Bazar airport, right on the edge of the coastal belt. The place is well-known for its dry fish processing. There, I noticed a local girl playing near the drying yards. As I approached, her deep, insightful eyes caught my attention. She lives amidst this world of drying fish, poverty etched clearly onto her appearance. Yet, those enchanting eyes carried a quiet determination—an unspoken promise that she would rise above and move forward in life.
The enchanting eyes of dry fishing girl.
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Excellent portrait