A Thousand Gardens
Bubbling with rich, garish tones that can belie the grim, the waters of the Buriganga river, once the lifeblood of the Capital, tell its very own tale of woe. The vibrant eddies and soapy ripples captured in a frame may bring to mind abstract paintings, but here the facts triumph fiction-nothings can survive in the river. Nestled besides the river is neighborhood of Hazaribagh, Farsi for “The City of a thousand gardens”. In its streets lined with leather, there is not a glimmer of green to be found and in its canals, that flow into the Buriganga runs the muck of the Tanneries.
I photographed and collected water samples from different locations of the Buriganga river.
