The streets of old Dhaka have an ancient essence, a mystique lifestyle and bewitching lights that make it one of a kind. Everytime I go there it embraces me and still I feel a distance. It left me in a state of phantasmagoria. I have seen the streets to become a playground, I have seen them turning into a lone dessert and sometimes they become full of life and hustle. I believe the people are more connected in those streets than any other parts of Dhaka. They have a furtive way of possessing their culture. And at noon when the sun is bright and shining the streets become a stage where I’ve seen performing the greatest protagonists of any time.