During this pandemic, we are all trying our best to stay indoors to keep ourselves healthy. Some have become creative and found themselves embracing their dreams, which remained unfulfilled all these years.
This COVID-19 lockdown has seen so many firsts. It has seen the birth of many gardeners, chefs, bakers, painters, singers, dancers, comedians, and even, hairdressers.
The noise of every shifted gear was awesome. On a zigzagging upslope, playing catch-up to keep the car from rolling back with the perfect mix of clutch and accelerator wasn’t easy.
The English rain feels obligatory, like paperwork. It dampens already damp days and slicks the stones already smoothened by the ravages of a thousand seasons.
The Godfather portrays a father-and-son bond in subtle, but strangely at the same time, monumental ways! And you have to agree that the Vito-Michael Corleone duo is one of the most iconic father-son relationships in fiction.
Corona! A word striking fear into everyone’s hearts. People are indeed petrified and panic-stricken by the Covid-19’s lethality. Some people more than others. It is these people who belong to the notorious community, the Covidiots.
I believe this is when it rises to the level of a delicacy. Others might define a delicacy to be something rare, not common, or off limits because of price, or controversy. Truffles for the price, and foie gras for the controversy? But both are praised for their taste too.
In the West, ‘it’s the most wonderful time of the year’, because the holiday season is just around the corner.
A gold maple leaf parted with its mother and glided down in a dancing motion to join its brethren on the ground; they all congregated at the base of their mother's trunk, as if waiting for something big and important to unravel.
Right after I became a mother, my mother was with me the first few months, and my husband was and continues to be a huge support, yet there were many days when I felt overwhelmed by the responsibilities which came along with our bundle of joy.
Perhaps there is not a single household left today in Bangladesh where at least one female member is not engrossed with soppy TV serials and their melodrama.
The days were full of sunshine and laughter. Teachers in huge can-cans taught us, as if by magic. What they taught us was simple.
Our ancestors picked wild berries, hunted untamed animals, caught fish in lakes, and scooped up water from streams to quench their thirst and satiate their hunger.
“Ceasar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen,” Marcus Valerius Martial Pens and their owners, with a flourish here and a twist there, have shaped history, spurred revolutions, formed nations, and created great works of art, with lasting effects on the collective human psyche.
Golden Age is when one dotes on one's grand-children and is polite and correct with one's son -in -law.
One deals with CNGs whether one is going short distances or long. The one I had to deal with coming to office detoured four times...
For over three decades, Mita Haq has been enthralling audiences with her rendition of Tagore songs. Born in 1962, Mita Haq received training from maestros such as late Waheedul Haq, Dr. Sanjida Khatun and Ustad Mohammad Hossain Khan. She has 14 solo musical albums released from HMV and Visva Bharati Music Board, India, and 10 released in Bangladesh.
It is important to remember that the festivities of Eid are not just about our nearest and dearest, but serve also an opportunity to share the joy with all those who help us in our day to day lives.