I guess I was always enthralled every time photography unfolded its mystery before me. I can clearly recall the day I first watched a slide projector working it’s charisma onto the white wall at our grandmother’s house. I was only three year old then. In those early days of my life going to a photo studio in Government New market in Dhaka city and sitting for a family portrait stimulated my excitements.
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