Living in Dhaka is an adventure like no other; a chaotic symphony where every moment feels like a test of resilience. The city thrives on contradictions, making survival an art form and endurance a badge of honour.
The road is actually named after a man named Inglis (or Ingles)
As I seated myself in the Halda Valley Tea Lounge, seeing the way the welcome drinks were served left me in awe.
As the CNG-run auto-rickshaw pulled away, I stepped onto the culvert, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a cloak. Just ahead, a pack of stray dogs roamed the street, their loud barking echoing in the quiet night.
Once upon a time in Dhaka, tea drinking was limited to the Kashmiri, British, and Armenian households
I had nothing significant planned for last Friday, and was absent-mindedly saying yes to all sorts of plans my friends were making; completely forgetting an important wedding reception I had to attend that very day.
“It’s a wonderful experience to see the works of two artists from different mediums in the same exhibition -- works that seem to express their inner thoughts in two different ways, yet woven together by a single thread,” these words from a visitor, Nuzhat Jahan, perfectly encapsulates the exhibition Visually Bimurto by Habibur Rahman and Shamsad Rahman.
The first week of January passed quickly, as we sorted through pictures of Dhaka submitted for our My Dhaka Lens competition.
The mosque is definitely worth a visit for its overallsplendour and beauty.
When speaking about Gulshan and Banani, the two most elegant areas of Dhaka, a polychromatic image of towering skyscrapers, corporate prestige, and the opulence of daily life comes to mind. At the middle of these two urban epicenters, hides another reality that often dismays the people of its neighborhood, named Korail.
The story goes way back, when this piece of artillery was located in a “char” named Moghlani Char
I would not go near Tetulia simply because I love the tropical weather in Dhaka. For the two months that winter lasts here in Bangladesh, this old city is cloaked in a mild chill. That is enough for Dhaka locals to bring out their monkey caps, mufflers, coats, and whatnot.
Hollowed cane chairs with pillowy cushions in white cotton covers surrounded a cane centre table with a glass top, on which, there would be a brass flower vase, posing with beautiful pink roses or gardenias from the garden -- this was how verandas looked years ago in Dhaka, or casual day rooms. Cane furniture was a timeless and vintage home décor style in Dhaka homes of the sixties.
The site was acquired in the 1830s by Khwaja Alimullah, father of Abdul Ghani, from the French. There was a French factory or trading centre on the site.
Often in Dhaka, when we think about animals around us, we most think about lazy cats basking in the sun or brave dogs patrolling neighbourhoods with their ever-watchful eyes.
Have you ever felt a sense of stillness when riding the metro in Dhaka? No, not the kind that implies silence or rest -- Dhaka doesn’t allow for that -- but a quieter hum, like the city holding its breath? I am sure you did, if you somehow managed to take a ride during a less crowded hour, since it’s hard for anyone to even breathe inside during the rush hour!
What is so unsettling about this park? Some visitors have claimed to encounter strange voices, sightings, and a feeling of uneasiness when they were in the area.
Nestled in the heart of Old Dhaka, Baldah Garden is a haven of natural beauty. As you step into the century-old botanical garden, an array of rare species of plants welcomes you. The diverse foliage, like orchids, cacti, conservatory and wall plants, offer a scenic break.
