Raffat Binte Rashid is editor of My Dhaka at The Daily Star.
The article celebrates the rich culture, heritage, and health benefits of tea, lamenting Dhaka’s shift toward coffee culture. It envisions a dream tea bar honouring traditional tea rituals, artisan varieties, and community connection amid modern coffee trends.
For some, the battery-run vehicles are a time-efficient and cost-effective blessing; for others, they are a dangerous disruption to the already precarious traffic system.
Who is crazy enough to go window shopping at this time of the year? I mean during the month of Ramadan, and that too in a cosmopolitan like Dhaka.
Iris Apfel was one of my favourite celebrities. Apfel was an American textile expert and interior designer by profession.
Dr Asha Islam Nayeem, a professor in the Department of History at the Dhaka University, has a heart-wrenching story.
I heard a friend say that no matter where she goes shopping, be it on 5th Avenue in New York, in old Delhi, or even at Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok, nothing beats the pleasure she finds shopping in Dhaka’s shopping districts: Chandni Chawk, Hawker’s, and New Market.
The history of Dhaka is as fluid and majestic as the rivers that surround it. Over the centuries, the city’s course has shifted, evolving with each new civilisation that passed through, leaving behind traces of their cultures in its soil.
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.
Until recently, we as a society were not mindful of a woman’s hormonal fluctuations that she deals with daily.