If the pandemic lockdowns make you feel trapped and you feel like visiting some place within Dhaka, the University campus is a safe bet.
Back in the days of yore, on a visit to my paternal grandfather’s house in Nilphamari, a particular sight caught my fledgling eyes, 8-10 people sitting on a floor-mat laid out in the veranda and eating heartily.
It was not that long ago when travelling just meant going to one’s ancestral homes. Then again, there were not many options available for families or friends during the long stretch of Eid and Puja holidays. The denizens of the upper echelon had the opportunity to go overseas, but even they were a handful in number.
Just after crossing the Jamuna Bridge, the road that goes to Rangpur is beset with fields that spread as far the horizon.
It was a place I had visited once, but the intense love I felt for it drove me to visit the small Garo village of Achkipara twice. The first time was in summer, my group went as guests to a Garo family.
Bhorta is just another staple for Bengalis, and one that makes us say ‘No’ to even rich delicacies — polau, korma, kachchi, or otherwise. Bhortas come in various forms, each indigenous to the localities, cultural variations, and the supply of produces, because the ingredients of a bhorta should be as fresh as possible.
It was the usual hangout. And of course a heated debate began out of the blue. The topic of discussion – is fish tastier when fried
Five of us friends were sat on a suspended balcony over a sizable mountain, with the Timor Sea underneath; an unobstructed view of the sea meeting the horizon and the nearby mountains, with a road snaking through.
If the pandemic lockdowns make you feel trapped and you feel like visiting some place within Dhaka, the University campus is a safe bet.
Back in the days of yore, on a visit to my paternal grandfather’s house in Nilphamari, a particular sight caught my fledgling eyes, 8-10 people sitting on a floor-mat laid out in the veranda and eating heartily.
It was not that long ago when travelling just meant going to one’s ancestral homes. Then again, there were not many options available for families or friends during the long stretch of Eid and Puja holidays. The denizens of the upper echelon had the opportunity to go overseas, but even they were a handful in number.
Just after crossing the Jamuna Bridge, the road that goes to Rangpur is beset with fields that spread as far the horizon.
It was a place I had visited once, but the intense love I felt for it drove me to visit the small Garo village of Achkipara twice. The first time was in summer, my group went as guests to a Garo family.
Bhorta is just another staple for Bengalis, and one that makes us say ‘No’ to even rich delicacies — polau, korma, kachchi, or otherwise. Bhortas come in various forms, each indigenous to the localities, cultural variations, and the supply of produces, because the ingredients of a bhorta should be as fresh as possible.
It was the usual hangout. And of course a heated debate began out of the blue. The topic of discussion – is fish tastier when fried
Five of us friends were sat on a suspended balcony over a sizable mountain, with the Timor Sea underneath; an unobstructed view of the sea meeting the horizon and the nearby mountains, with a road snaking through.
Jodi tor daak shune keo na ashe, tobe ekla cholo re (If no-one heeds your call - then walk alone). The indomitable Rama Chowdhury, known to many as Ekattuker Janani (Mother of '71), had made this line from the famed Tagore song the guiding ideal of her life.
On the road from Makkah to Madinah, the desert, the rubble filled hills, occasional date trees, and a few camels and sheep caught my eye.
