Travel itself is a reward for me—I feel it most when I step beyond home and encounter the unexpected. One harsh April afternoon in rural Bangladesh, I saw a group of veiled women climbing down from a local truck. The contrast of their flowing black veils against the blazing light, and the rhythm of their movements, compelled me to capture the moment. This is the raw beauty and quiet charm of Bengal that continually draws me back—and inspires me to share it with the world.
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