A woman's gold is not only her strength, but her investments; by nature, a woman likes to save for rainy days.
A furniture fair is not exactly my idea of an afternoon outing. However, when my expat friend, who is returning to Dhaka to finally settle down, decided to explore the local furniture market, the ongoing five-day National Furniture Fair at the International Convention City Bashundhara (ICCB) seemed like the right choice.
People are becoming increasingly aware of animal welfare, leading to an increase in pet ownership and a push for better care for strays.
Do you know why I will always be true to Dhaka? I admit that the metropolis is chaotic, but I do enjoy the fuss, the cacophony, and the colours in the lanes and by-lanes of this ever-changing city. Yet, it’s the food scene that I love most. I believe I know the town well enough, but every now and then, I stumble upon a hidden gem: a food corner that most people do not know of.
The elaborate and painstakingly selected menu for the divine daughter is the best of South Asian vegetarian recipes; puffed up soft luchi (flatbread) that has a pearly sheen from being deep fried, potato curry, or alu’r daam as we call it locally, a mixed lentil curry and vegetable labra, and a hog plum or amra’r chutney.
Once again, the majestic visitor of Sarat, or autumn, descends to her father’s abode on her annual visit. This year, Goddess Durga is riding an elephant, which, according to traditional Hindu belief, is the regal and auspicious mode of transport that promises good times for her devotees.
An initiative that I am particularly passionate about is TishCAN, a humble support group dedicated to raising funds for breast cancer patients who are unable to solicit donations or raise funds on their own.
It was my friend’s birthday, and I forgot to wish him. As penance, I treated him to a hilsa dinner.
A woman's gold is not only her strength, but her investments; by nature, a woman likes to save for rainy days.
A furniture fair is not exactly my idea of an afternoon outing. However, when my expat friend, who is returning to Dhaka to finally settle down, decided to explore the local furniture market, the ongoing five-day National Furniture Fair at the International Convention City Bashundhara (ICCB) seemed like the right choice.
People are becoming increasingly aware of animal welfare, leading to an increase in pet ownership and a push for better care for strays.
Do you know why I will always be true to Dhaka? I admit that the metropolis is chaotic, but I do enjoy the fuss, the cacophony, and the colours in the lanes and by-lanes of this ever-changing city. Yet, it’s the food scene that I love most. I believe I know the town well enough, but every now and then, I stumble upon a hidden gem: a food corner that most people do not know of.
The elaborate and painstakingly selected menu for the divine daughter is the best of South Asian vegetarian recipes; puffed up soft luchi (flatbread) that has a pearly sheen from being deep fried, potato curry, or alu’r daam as we call it locally, a mixed lentil curry and vegetable labra, and a hog plum or amra’r chutney.
Once again, the majestic visitor of Sarat, or autumn, descends to her father’s abode on her annual visit. This year, Goddess Durga is riding an elephant, which, according to traditional Hindu belief, is the regal and auspicious mode of transport that promises good times for her devotees.
An initiative that I am particularly passionate about is TishCAN, a humble support group dedicated to raising funds for breast cancer patients who are unable to solicit donations or raise funds on their own.
It was my friend’s birthday, and I forgot to wish him. As penance, I treated him to a hilsa dinner.
My first ride in a Murir Tin bus was when I visited my grandfather in Bheramara, Kushtia, in the late seventies.
Ice cream is a sinful indulgence for anyone... I have a confession to make about this decadent, intense pleasure. I am addicted to ice cream bars and cones. My craving feels almost excessive
