In a world of adult toil, a boy sits atop the rickshaw, his expression aged beyond his years. He is a small figure of hope and hardship, a young soul already learning the weight of the world, finding his place in the relentless rhythm of the city. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

A direct, unwavering stare. The man’s face, slick with rain, is a map of a lifetime spent navigating the city’s currents. The deluge is a mere backdrop to his quiet strength, a force he meets with a patient, profound gaze. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

In a momentary pause, two worlds collide. One man offers a glimpse of shelter with his umbrella, while another looks back, his eyes full of the day’s fatigue. It’s a snapshot of shared resilience, a silent acknowledgement between two souls battling the same storm. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

A side-profile study in quiet contemplation. The man’s wide-brimmed hat is a simple shelter against the storm, and his body language speaks of patient endurance. He is waiting, but with the deep, calm acceptance of one who knows the rhythm of the rain. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

The rain falls relentlessly, but a rickshaw puller faces it with quiet defiance. Wrapped in a simple covering, he sits in the eye of the storm, his gaze a portrait of weary endurance, a human vessel against the elements. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

The rain tells a story of physical labour. His shirt, soaked and clinging, maps the contours of a body hardened by effort. It is a silent testament to the daily grind, where the weather is not an inconvenience, but simply another obstacle. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

A close-up on the small, tired details of the day. The wet wrinkles on his back, the worn texture of the rickshaw’s seat—each speaks of a thousand journeys and a life lived in service. It is a raw and honest glimpse into the anatomy of work. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

Against a backdrop of modern traffic, an elderly rickshaw puller stands with a timeless presence. His weathered face and flowing beard suggest a wisdom born of countless miles. He is a steadfast figure, a guardian of a fading tradition, guiding his vessel through the churning river of the city. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

The rain falls, but life continues. A man becomes one with his work, his body bent forward as he fights the slick streets. The wide, traditional rain hat is both a burden and a blessing, a heavy crown of labour that protects him as he pushes on. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)

In the chaos of traffic, a rickshaw puller finds a moment of stillness, his gaze fixed on a distant point. He is both an observer and a participant, a vital cog in the city’s great machine, yet his solitude suggests a world of his own thoughts, separate from the storm. Photo: Md Ashiqur Rahman Sakib, (SUST)