It wasn’t until my 20s that I realised I had read less than 10 Bengali women authors in my childhood and adolescence.
Clothing carries undeniable meaning, becoming a strong vehicle for self-expression.
In the wake of Dhaka University’s birth centenary in 2021, the decision to bulldoze its historical Teacher-Student Centre (TSC) and replace it with a multi-storied structure shocked students, alumni, and residents of Dhaka.
There is little I can add to what has already been said about the shaming, blaming and moral policing of women on the internet.
For the number of times I have seen older people address and advise the youth, I have seen very few instances of the former assuming the role of a listener.
Sixty-four-year-old Habibur Rahman came to Dhaka from Narsingdi in 1988. For the past 32 years, he has been selling books around the city, and now, to the elderly man’s amazement, he is selling books online with the help of his son.
When my editor asked me to write a period piece for this week’s Satireday, I was quite perplexed. After all, it is common knowledge that periods have been cancelled, and emojis now mark the end of sentences (¬‿¬)
Photos taken by activists at a shelter called Kalua’s Homes at Baruikhali of the capital’s Rayerbazar area have revealed a dismal picture. Scores of well and unwell dogs were photographed cramped inside a small shed, while paralysed cats were found in cages. Some of the dogs were all skin and bones, as the food given to them were inedible and covered with mould.
The month of February brings a number of events, and each of those is important to different people for different reasons. February is my favourite month of the year not because I would like to receive gifts on Valentines' Day or because I am very keen on the arrival of spring; not even because my little brother's birthday falls in this month. February is the best time of the year because of Ekushey Boi Mela.
A few months ago I found out from a Facebook group that Jesse Pinkman's girlfriend and the Tenth Doctor were to star in a Marvel TV...
There are two types of students in Bangladesh, ones who are complete and utter disappointments to their parents, and others who study engineering or medicine.
From my early childhood, I had religiously tried (and failed) to meet the social expectations of being a so-called “good” student in the typical Bangla medium setting.