তূর্য্য মুশফিক / Turjo Mushfiq

Cloud Capped Cat / মেঘে ঢাকা বিলাই

I was a first-year student at Pathsala at that time, a very attentive student, mind bursting with colors. I would bring a handful of photographs to class, spend hours after hours in the dark room. During breaks I’d hang out near the lake, after class, in late hours, I would often hop on a bus with Joe and Topu. Where would we go, when would we come back, who knew?

Blue Book / নীলখাতা

I always have a blue notebook in my pocket. I get to meet a lot of people everyday, some very close to heart. I want to gaze at them longer. This moment, this ambience, this form shall not return. So I listen to their stories in silence as I try to capture them imitating a painter taking as much time as I can. My amateur hands can never capture them. Only the stories are left in the little blue book, clenched in my hand.

Tortured Beast / টরচার্ড বিস্ট

In certain hangouts, late nights, if I’ve had some, I would reveal my well-kept notebook. I’d show it to my new friends and the discussions and conversations would continue. Before dawn, like I always have, I would put the book back in the most secure drawer wrapped in newspapers below other important documents and lock it up. The beast is not caught up in all that.

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