The early stages of the quota reform movement in Bangladesh saw the use of a subtle yet powerful language of protest: graffiti.
Surrounded by tall coconut and betel nut trees, picturesque ponds, and lagoons -- the green countryside makes Barishal a great city for local tourism.
There is a certain drama in being mystified with all things retro and vintage.
In life to give your 100 percent to any one of your relationships you have to lose more than what you gave to that person.
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.
The early stages of the quota reform movement in Bangladesh saw the use of a subtle yet powerful language of protest: graffiti.
Surrounded by tall coconut and betel nut trees, picturesque ponds, and lagoons -- the green countryside makes Barishal a great city for local tourism.
There is a certain drama in being mystified with all things retro and vintage.
In life to give your 100 percent to any one of your relationships you have to lose more than what you gave to that person.
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.