Paths of Persistence

Dhaka never stands still—its streets hum with life, yet stall with gridlock. Behind the chaos lies more than traffic. Roads are broken, flooded, or under endless construction, not by accident, but by design failures. Agencies dig and re-dig the same paths without talking to each other. Newly paved roads are torn open again—first for water, then for cables, then for gas.
Amid this dysfunction, life doesn’t pause. A rickshaw puller wades through knee-deep water. Schoolchildren balance on bricks to avoid sludge. A street vendor, evicted by a bulldozer one morning, sets up again by afternoon. A family brews tea beside a dust-choked road that was promised completion last year.
Dhaka’s people survive on adaptation. They turn chaos into commerce, rubble into playgrounds. Mismanagement forces daily improvisation—but never silence.
This is a city where planning ignores the pedestrian, where roads forget the walker. Yet, in every photo, every frame, we see the same thing: people adjusting, creating rhythm in disorder, building routine in disruption. This story is not about broken roads, but about the unbroken will to keep going.