Milia Ali
SHIFTING IMAGES
The writer is a renowned Rabindra Sangeet exponent and a former employee of the World Bank.
SHIFTING IMAGES
The writer is a renowned Rabindra Sangeet exponent and a former employee of the World Bank.
I write this column with some hesitation, since many may regard it a bit preachy or elitist.
Now that we have stepped into a new year, it may be time to take a brief pause from our hectic schedule.
She gave visibility to the invisible by exposing the exclusion of women from development activities.
Recently, I have been reminiscing about my music guru, the late Kanika Banerjee (known to her intimate circle as Mohordi).
I begin with an apology to my readers for my long absence. Covid played havoc with our lifestyle and livelihoods. Even then, we could make choices still within limited parameters.
Today, after a period of hiatus, I have once again taken up my pen (metaphorically) to remember and celebrate a hero—a woman of courage and integrity who changed the world, not with fire and fury but with her soft touch.
It has only been a month of isolation, yet it feels like “One hundred years of solitude”.
As my daughter and I drove to the polling booth last week to vote at the Democratic Primaries in the United States, I asked: “So,
After a prolonged stay in Dhaka, I am set to return “home.” Some readers may ask: “Where is home for you?” It's a pertinent question
The placid Aegean Sea, the whitewashed villas dotting its Islands and “Zorba's Dance” could delude some into believing that all is well
Whether we choose to move forward or lag behind, life goes on. However, there comes a time, when looking back at the many
While it's been almost two-weeks since the Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi visited Bangladesh, the ripples of his visit are still
Many Muslims currently living in the west claim that they are facing discrimination and even bigotry, on a day-to-day basis. While it's
Time seems to have a transformative impact on a person's perception of the surrounding environment. Since my stay in Dhaka this
Election Day invariably creates a festive mood mingled with a sense of anticipation. The recent mayoral contest in Dhaka on April 28 was no different.
Sometimes I wish I was a gifted fiction writer and not a mediocre columnist.
Sometimes I wish I was a gifted fiction writer and not a mediocre columnist.
With time the Pahela Baisakh festivities in Bangladesh have assumed a grand and massive scale, as if people are making a bold