Some vendors have the packets ready, looking for customers...
...while other vendors get mobbed.
"What!? You want just one tiny fried thingy in this here packet?"
Nonetheless, the packets get filled...
... money changes hands...
... and soon we are good to go.
But wait... not everyone wants that fried stuff. Some like bananas...
... others are happy with their melon...
... yet others admire their Iftar pineapple...
...and the occasional jambura is lugged along.
Cold water is a must, carried sometimes from a place with a fridge...
...while others wish the pesky phone would stop ringing so they can get home!
As the hour draws closer, people hurry along one way...
...or another.
Some pack a variety of Iftar goodies...
but others, such as these Tokais (scavenger kids) have to scavenge for leftovers...
...luckily most vendors are generous to Tokais.
However, for the most part, kids end up having their Iftar...
...and eating it too!
4 comments:
Amazing! I love the photos and also the comments along with them. Simply brilliant. By the way were the first few photos of the stalls in Old Dhaka by any chance? I have never had the fortune to experience/witness them, firsthand.
Hi Shahan,
Thank you very much! The ones from old Dhaka (Chawk Iftar market) are the first two, the full plastic bag, and the Tokai girl's bag with some food inside. Chawk Iftar market is quite an experience.
Its a great post!
Resembled all the spheres of bringing iftar to home :)
Like it a lot.
NB: word verification in commenting pains much!
Hi Mahmud, Thanks very much! Sorry about the word verification, but otherwise this blog gets flooded with spam.
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