“If you are the bread earner, then I am the butter earner” — rounds with my husband always starts with this sentence. And indeed, it is true!
labbayka -llāhumma labbayk, labbayka lā šarīka laka labbayk, inna -l- amda wa-n-ni mata laka wa-l-mulka lā šarīka lak
She has been under the limelight, on the ramps, and in the media as an Indian supermodel for some 30 odd years. Nayanika Chatterjee is the ideal person to talk to about the changes our society has gone through in regards to portraying women in mass media.
There are many issues that plague the development of women in Bangladesh. While the country is celebrating its 50th year of independence, we cannot for surely say that her womenfolk are fully liberated. And there are few pressing reasons to believe so.
Rape is the easiest of all crimes and most probably the laxest too in our country.
Twenty-twenty was a terrible year. We lost many of our loved ones, respected members of our society; there was a complete lockdown, the economy came to a standstill, many of us lost our jobs.
My father loved match-making and has to his name the success of more than ten successful matches, some of them going strong still, some celebrating their 50th year together! What made him the happiest, however, was those spontaneous weddings he planned.
Christmas of 2020 should follow the lead and be celebrated on a small scale. Blessing this year’s holiday season is a mild winter cold wave,
It would inevitably be late in the afternoons; after wrapping up her daily household chores and completing Zuhr prayers, Nanu would sit down to have her lunch, which in itself was an art, almost like a ceremony of relishing heavenly manna.
If it was a 25-day Caribbean holiday (mum says you always have to dream big, that’s beside the point though) coming back to work would have been a dread and almost a matter to contemplate desertion.
His desirous lovey-dovey stare and her coy smile says that the young couple on the rickshaw on that breezy sunlit Chaitra afternoon are in love, and perhaps soon to be wedded. They are a good-looking couple, the girl holding a packet with lowered gaze and the boy looking at her in a manner
What separates man from animal? The fact that we can speak? Or the fact that we have opposable thumbs? How about that fact that we have a complex society and technology that hurtled us to the moon?
At the cross roads of life, we all contemplate on the what if’s? Yes, that includes the ‘what if I took a sound decision on my finances,
It was almost like Eid, with the slight difference being in the exchange of trays full of gourmet goodies with neighbours and friends, and praying with family the entire night instead of visiting them
Walking down the brick lane of the 200-year-old Panam Nagar had me in a fully nostalgic mood, my usual dreamy self reminiscing of the bygone glamour, and the grandeur of the lifestyles of traders and landlords.
My friend is a brilliant orator; even her most illogical arguments seem reasonable because of how she narrates them.
I sympathise with the bereaved family. I sympathise with the 'may-have-been' young love crying her heart out. I feel for friends who may have had shared notes for preparing a presentation at the university.
They say, times have changed; maybe they have, but as shocking as it seems mothers possibly still favour their sons over daughters.