Bachchu Miah and I have had a thriving business relationship for the last 27 years. I met this young vendor while I was living in Kalabagan and now after 19 years of being in Uttara, the not-so-young-Bachchu still delivers his fresh catch to me.
To paint a picture of what this majestic building looked like just after the catastrophe, a line from an eyewitness account may be apt here.
We, as residents of this bustling metropolis, have never given much thought to what and who defines the city’s economy and culture.
Art galleries in Dhaka hardly hold any exclusive exhibition for sculptures and even if they do, it is mostly as part of mixed media shows.
Breakfast on the go has a different meaning for the toiling masses of Dhaka. Rickshaw pullers doing early shifts to cash in on school rides, night guards before hitting the beds, street sweepers -- all opt for a quick street breakfast, which is spread out by 6:00am for business.
To illustrate, the visual featured here -- taken from the book Glimpses of Old Dhaka by Syed Muhammed Taifoor (Second edition, 1956) -- has the caption, "Ruined bridge at Tantibazar-Nowabpur Road".
At 2,551 metres above sea level on Chandragiri Hills in Nepal, all I could thank for was Dhaka’s Bangabazar.