When Mr. Vik Roman looked at the time with flinching eyes, it was around 3:30 am.
According to Sanijda, real life tends to take a backseat for Akik when football gets involved.
Tired of being the go-to excuse for every flop, fluke, and face-saver, Process pens an open letter.
Bangladeshi dads waking families for Eid prayers is a cultural staple, from the chill dad to the military general to the difficult one. Despite complaints, their chaos reflects love, tradition, and the essence of Eid togetherness.
Fathers’ love for bangi is unmatched, treating it as tradition, not just fruit. Despite our distaste, they proudly bring it home, insisting it’s delicious. Resistance is futile — bangi returns daily, proving an eternal generational divide at iftar.
The reality is that as a freshman, everyone around you is busy being recruited by university clubs.
Women in Dhaka face workplace sexism, societal pressure, and constant undermining of their careers. Often treated as hobbies, their professional roles are dismissed, but they persist, balancing expectations, harassment, and ambition in quiet rebellion.
This hilariously brutal breakdown of Valentine’s Week exposes its capitalist grip. From overpriced roses to unnecessary teddy bears, love has become an economic heist. True affection needs no extravagant spending — just presence, not presents.
Dhaka’s weddings have transformed into elaborate productions driven by Instagram-worthy aesthetics. From rigid dress codes and lavish themes to curated fusion menus, celebrations now prioritise social media over genuine joy, leaving guests overwhelmed and exhausted.
When Mr. Vik Roman looked at the time with flinching eyes, it was around 3:30 am.
According to Sanijda, real life tends to take a backseat for Akik when football gets involved.
Tired of being the go-to excuse for every flop, fluke, and face-saver, Process pens an open letter.
Bangladeshi dads waking families for Eid prayers is a cultural staple, from the chill dad to the military general to the difficult one. Despite complaints, their chaos reflects love, tradition, and the essence of Eid togetherness.
Fathers’ love for bangi is unmatched, treating it as tradition, not just fruit. Despite our distaste, they proudly bring it home, insisting it’s delicious. Resistance is futile — bangi returns daily, proving an eternal generational divide at iftar.
The reality is that as a freshman, everyone around you is busy being recruited by university clubs.
Women in Dhaka face workplace sexism, societal pressure, and constant undermining of their careers. Often treated as hobbies, their professional roles are dismissed, but they persist, balancing expectations, harassment, and ambition in quiet rebellion.
This hilariously brutal breakdown of Valentine’s Week exposes its capitalist grip. From overpriced roses to unnecessary teddy bears, love has become an economic heist. True affection needs no extravagant spending — just presence, not presents.
Dhaka’s weddings have transformed into elaborate productions driven by Instagram-worthy aesthetics. From rigid dress codes and lavish themes to curated fusion menus, celebrations now prioritise social media over genuine joy, leaving guests overwhelmed and exhausted.
Every South Asian family has one. That omnipresent relative who buzzes around every family gathering like an over-caffeinated bee stings with their words, and then insisting they were “just joking.”
