DHAKAMAKERS
Arifin Nahian Shumonto
Arifin Nahian Shumonto
In the damp whispers of the post-apocalyptic ruins or the foliages of the forgotten towns, I find pieces of
myself everywhere. The mundanity of Dhaka interests me, so does the verdant stretches that meet the horizon in the idyll. I often
hitchhike my way back to my childhood, picking those small, identifiable moments as if from a bubblegum jar; each having a unique
color. Whatever life throws at me, the busy university schedule, or the unprecedented blows; I just take a bowl of ramen, pick my
stylus, and I embark on a journey as if I have been reincarnated into another world, where all the noises stop and magic happens. There I find myself in these mazes, made of my precious memories and imagination. I got mesmerized, and am still searching for the
way out , but deep down I know I never want to go back.
