Dr Asha Islam Nayeem, a professor in the Department of History at the Dhaka University, has a heart-wrenching story.
Tucked into the narrow confusing lanes of Lalbagh is Rasulbagh Children’s Park -- a rare slice of serenity in a city that often forgets to breathe.
I heard a friend say that no matter where she goes shopping, be it on 5th Avenue in New York, in old Delhi, or even at Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok, nothing beats the pleasure she finds shopping in Dhaka’s shopping districts: Chandni Chawk, Hawker’s, and New Market.
For decades, Bangladesh has been home to a devoted group of people passionate about high-fidelity sound reproduction.
In Bangladesh, winter is more than a season -- it’s a celebration. It’s the time for weddings, marked by steaming plates of biryani, fragrant with ghee and tender, flavourful potatoes.
If one says Madhur Canteen and Bangladesh’s history is inextricably interlinked, will it be an exaggeration?
The canteen was founded in 1921 by Aditya Chandra Dey, Madhuda’s father, who received permission from the university authorities to open a food business on the university grounds when Dhaka University was established.
Scattered across Bangladesh are countless archaeological treasures that reveal its prosperous past. While time has erased some, many remain hidden beneath the earth, awaiting discovery. Among the surviving remnants are ancient fortresses, temples, mosques, monasteries and so on -- testaments to the region’s rich history and cultural legacy.
Dhaka airport finally opens lounges dedicated to migrant workers and their families
Remittances remain a lifeline for Bangladesh’s economy, contributing around 6-7 percent to GDP, according to financial reports.
Imagine a world where everything looks faded. The colours around you do not seem as enchanting as they once appeared; your children no longer ask you to sew that hemline or help with the accounts. Memories fade fast along with your eyesight and you slowly begin to feel useless.
I wonder what it is in a cup of tea that makes it so invigorating. The obvious answer would be the stimulant, caffeine, or the particular flavour of the leaves seeping into the hot water and the aroma that takes over your senses.
The first time I fell in love with plants was when I saw my mother’s glossy green pothos arranged in old porcelain bowls that were slightly chipped off.
“Should I go back to the UK? If I can’t serve my countrymen, I might as well go back.”
It’s painful for Tajul Islam to see what has happened to his beloved mango orchard in Rajshahi city’s Borobongram Namopara.
Buying a computer, for most people, is a fairly mundane activity. It involves going to a vendor with a budget, a list of requirements, and the hope that the salespeople are trustworthy and knowledgeable enough about the products to find the best possible deal.
This is a loose translation of a melodious Urdu poem that once used to reverberate through the empty lanes of old Dhaka deep into the Ramadan night.
“If you seek comfort, no journey is better than a journey by launch. You book a room and you arrive at your destination well-rested. The sightseeing is a bonus,” says Mehedi Hasan, a resident of Borguna’s Bamna.
It is hard to describe a place when its glory days are over.
How humans discovered coffee and how, after centuries of innovation, it became the elixir it is now is a fascinating tale itself.
If listened carefully, amid the maddening hustle and bustle, cacophony of sounds, one might find a strange harmony in the chaos -- a thing that links this place to a bygone era.
