Air is toxic, but choice is clear
AT 8:30 in the morning, Gulistan grinds to a halt. Buses idle in thick columns, rickshaws wedge through slivers of space, and motorcycles sputter past, releasing fumes into the already noxious air. For the office-goer inching forward in the gridlock, it may seem like just another Dhaka morning. But what fills their lungs is far from benign 鈥� it is a cocktail of toxic gases...