Misery


This is a picture I took a year ago...It is a broken window of a Madrasha hostel. Back then, there was the winter season and ice-cold air was blowing heavily. It was a small attempt to escape from the incisive wind. They used Jainamaz there to protect themselves, which they usually use for prayer. The thing is, those Jainamaz were facing contradictory positions. 


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