Prejudice, misogyny and hatred seems to increase in the streets of Dhaka.
Bangladesh’s booming ceramic industry is as thriving as our readymade garment (RMG) sector, which I say from my many shopping exploits.
The pulsating energy of Dhaka University campus works as a catalyst to inspire students and shape their conscience.
The early stages of the quota reform movement in Bangladesh saw the use of a subtle yet powerful language of protest: graffiti.
Surrounded by tall coconut and betel nut trees, picturesque ponds, and lagoons -- the green countryside makes Barishal a great city for local tourism.
There is a certain drama in being mystified with all things retro and vintage.
In life to give your 100 percent to any one of your relationships you have to lose more than what you gave to that person.
I wonder what it is in a cup of tea that makes it so invigorating. The obvious answer would be the stimulant, caffeine, or the particular flavour of the leaves seeping into the hot water and the aroma that takes over your senses.
If listened carefully, amid the maddening hustle and bustle, cacophony of sounds, one might find a strange harmony in the chaos -- a thing that links this place to a bygone era.
Wooden dolls painted in a crimson-red or saffron-yellow sari with a black hair bun are a traditional craft of Bangladesh and an integral part of every rural fair.
Here's to losing oneself in the sensuous sorcery of the pure, deshi taant saree and claiming what is truly ours.
Perhaps, there is a hidden farmer in all of us. Although suppressed under the urban rat race, many secret gardeners have decided they will create a garden, however small, within the confines of their buildings.
As far as their online activities are concerned, parents cannot possibly monitor it all.
I don’t want to be accountable for the bad fish curry, the pending electric bill, or the understocked pantry anymore.
It is as if I must have the information and facts to pass a comment or give an opinion on every issue under the sky;
Most people feel an unspoken need to belong to a certain group, usually one in which you believe you do not belong.
Back then, the concept of not hurting the feelings of a fat person did not exist. It was not even a thing to register. What’s body-shaming? And what does it mean to go into depression because of it?
I am tethered to my mobile phone as if it’s the placenta sustaining life for me.