I met Shahidul just over 20 years ago, when Chobi Mela was just a twinkle in his Bangladeshi eye. It was another 7 years before it was to become the first photographic festival in a country where photography as a profession hardly existed. We were on a fishing boat in the Sundarbans by the Bay of Bengal during the monsoon season. This black-bearded kurta-clad figure stood on the stern with 3 Nikons round his neck, as I had round mine. The election was on.
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