Seedy Dhaka Hotel

A bloodied and nose-broken Saju drags himself into this seedy Dhaka hotel to rest and recover for the night. In the bathroom, he pauses in front of the bathroom to absorb the devastation wrought on his face. With a steady and practiced hand, he snaps his nose back into place, blood splattering across the bowl of the sink. Later, he finds solace in a chair. Saju calls home from this hotel room, speaking with his son for what will be the last time.