Turjoy Chowdhury


Currently, studying Architecture-4th year (Graduation) in BRAC University. From the childhood I am connected with various cultural activities such as reciting, drawing, music, theater, TV performance etc and also achieved several National, Asian-Pacific and International awards. I was Junior Ambassador (2002) and Peace Ambassador (2008) of Asian-Pacific Children Convention (APCC) organized by BRIDGE Club International Organization (BCIO-Japan). I am in the field of photography since 2008. Documentary Photography attracts me most because of the opportunity to capture the truth. Through photography I search for different aspects and meaning of life. In my journey, Honesty and Truthfulness is my support. I believe Documentary Photography has the power to express a lot of things rather than words and it helps me to get lost in the people and life. Attended Documentary photography workshop “Changing Perspective” by MR Hassan and Sumon Yusuf and a course “Fundamental of Photojournalism” by MR Hasan. Some of my Stories got published in Zone Zero, Aksgar magazine, F-stop magazine, Fotoritim, JPGmag, Redbird Edition, 1x etc.
I have become featured photographer by Aksgar at Delhi Photo Festival, 2013.


Bibi Zohora with a severely broken neck lies unattended at the ICU of DMCH.

Her hands are tied to the railings and pipes snake into her trachea and left nostril.

Bibi Zohora gasps for breath, her chest heaving.

Mother examines if her daughter is alive.

Doctors pretend to do everything possible- thumping, pumping and what not.

A doctor shines a torch into the eye of Zohora.

The doctor pose to be reading the ECG monitor with LOSS OF SIGNAL.

Zohora passes away.

Mother wails, unheard.

Zohora’s in-law’s village.

With all the eyes and fingers, Zohora's mother-in-law defends their torture on her for dowry.

Zohora’s photo in her mother’s hand.

Mother sheds tears, holding the photograph of her daughter with her.

Zohora’s elder sister is dropping tears.

Zohora’s room.

A fallen log and a pile of dry leaves of the mango tree from where Zohora hanged herself are seen through a window.