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.
A daughter’s identity is not defined by who she is fundamentally or characteristically, but who she should become to thrive in a man’s world.
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.
Wooden dolls painted in a crimson-red or saffron-yellow sari with a black hair bun are a traditional craft of Bangladesh and an integral part of every rural fair.
Here's to losing oneself in the sensuous sorcery of the pure, deshi taant saree and claiming what is truly ours.
Perhaps, there is a hidden farmer in all of us. Although suppressed under the urban rat race, many secret gardeners have decided they will create a garden, however small, within the confines of their buildings.
As far as their online activities are concerned, parents cannot possibly monitor it all.
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.
A daughter’s identity is not defined by who she is fundamentally or characteristically, but who she should become to thrive in a man’s world.
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.
Wooden dolls painted in a crimson-red or saffron-yellow sari with a black hair bun are a traditional craft of Bangladesh and an integral part of every rural fair.
Here's to losing oneself in the sensuous sorcery of the pure, deshi taant saree and claiming what is truly ours.
Perhaps, there is a hidden farmer in all of us. Although suppressed under the urban rat race, many secret gardeners have decided they will create a garden, however small, within the confines of their buildings.
As far as their online activities are concerned, parents cannot possibly monitor it all.
I don’t want to be accountable for the bad fish curry, the pending electric bill, or the understocked pantry anymore.
It is as if I must have the information and facts to pass a comment or give an opinion on every issue under the sky;