I learned on my mobile phone that my aunt was sick. She was brought from the village to the city. She was kept at our house. Since there was no office holiday, I could not go with her. I just gave her the address and how to go. After suddenly being admitted to the "Health and Hope Hospital" on the outskirts of Dhaka due to a guest's illness, I felt restless all day. The busy movement of doctors and nurses in the hospital corridor, the smell of medicines, the voices of patients around me, and the waiting of anxious relatives all combined to create a stressful atmosphere, and finally I got into the car to return home. But the way back was not easy either. I had to get into a long traffic jam on the busy roads of Dhaka city. The car started moving once, then stopped again. Looking out the window, I saw the city alive in its own way. The shops on both sides of the road were illuminated with dazzling lights. Colorful lamps were hanging somewhere, and blue-red-green lights were flashing on the shop signboards somewhere. In the dim light, hawkers are still sitting on the sidewalks, setting up their dream little shops. Some have clothes in their hands, some have toys, and some have fruits arranged in front of them. Even though the crowd on the streets has decreased, their attempts to sell have not stopped. A touch of life can be found in their calls, as if they are still struggling to survive at the end of the day. I took out my mobile phone from inside the car and tried to take photos of these scenes, although the reflection of the glass and the blurry light did not allow the pictures to be completely clear. Still, it seemed that the busyness, fatigue, and combination of light of this city were captured in each photo. The whole day's running around, the mental stress of seeing patients, and suddenly being stuck in a traffic jam had made me quite tired.

Initially, I faced a light traffic jam towards Dhanmondi 32, but later I faced more traffic jams in the technical area. I cannot explain how much it costs to travel to the technical area of Dhaka city. Then, after crossing some traffic jams, I moved towards Mirpur, Dhaka. When I came here, I had to face more traffic jams near Gabtoli. However, at this tired moment, I was just trying again and again to take a photo wherever there was light. It was like an attempt to stop the tiring moment a little through photography. When I finally returned home after overcoming the pain of traffic, the night had already passed. My body felt exhausted, my eyes were getting heavy. Still, I shook off all the fatigue of the day after eating and drinking lightly and went to bed. The city outside may still be awake in light and darkness, but the peace of deep sleep slowly descended inside me. First, I took a bath. Then I quickly finished eating and drinking. The next moment, I fell asleep with my beloved person. And thus, I spent the busiest moments of a tiring day in the alleys and streets of Dhaka city.

I am Md. Helal Uddin. I am a Bangladeshi Muslim citizen. My home is in Gangni-Meherpur. My current address is Dhaka Savar Bis-Mile. I am a married person. I am a private employee in my career.