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.
It all began with a surprise addition to lunch -- long bean mash.
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.
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.
You know how most children throw tantrums to tag along with their moms on every mundane shopping errand or even the ladies' lunch outings? This was way back in time, when Sanjana was just 10, the year around 1978.
Centenarian Shahida Begum was a few days shy of her hundredth birthday, a reason why most of her children and grandchildren, with their own sets of grandchildren, made the trip to her quaint village homestead in Bheramara, Khustia.
When your new, young co-worker pipes up and says, "I was just in kindergarten when you started working here,” it burns, leaving a
