Bus stations, train stations, airports all hold the same fascination for me. Where will all these passing faces be in a few hours times. What are their lives? What are their stories?
This is Srimongol bus station, northern Bangladesh, they call it Little London as many Bangladeshi's in London come from this area and often return, or their money is sent back home to here. Although as a Londoner I found it hard to find any resemblance :)