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Is urbanisation in Bangladesh doomed?
Major cities, including metropolises like Dhaka and Chattogram, consistently rank among the world's least liveable urban areas.
Our forgotten elderly
In many cities around the world, elderly people literally cannot cross the road because the timing on crossing signals is too brief. At least we don’t have that problem in Dhaka, if only due to the absence of functional traffic lights.
FICTION / Them two dogs
I am asked where I am headed. The expression in the lady’s eyes suggests this is not the first time I was asked the question. I stand there, wondering if the pits around her eyes—white as the sun—are caused by the likes of me, and I tell her where I’m headed.
Cosmopolitan Dream
I see you, with whatever half awake, sleep drifting irises, I see you. Dusted in the shelves of unread books, I see you and I know you, They will never know you but I do, in ways you are afraid.
Parks and recreation, a distant dream
Do authorities care at all about citizens' quality of life?
10 Things I Hate About Dhaka
I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
(Not My) Home: Musings of a Reluctant Immigrant
Despite all her flaws, Dhaka is still the home that loves with reckless abandon
Have some 'doya' for Doyagonj!
Fix the crucial connecting road, ease people's suffering
Metrophilia: How to Love Dhaka
If you want to fall in love with the city—walk. This simple aphorism opens up a full discourse on how we can make our cities liveable and civic, and how we might live together as a collective.
Is urbanisation in Bangladesh doomed?
Major cities, including metropolises like Dhaka and Chattogram, consistently rank among the world's least liveable urban areas.
Our forgotten elderly
In many cities around the world, elderly people literally cannot cross the road because the timing on crossing signals is too brief. At least we don’t have that problem in Dhaka, if only due to the absence of functional traffic lights.
Them two dogs
I am asked where I am headed. The expression in the lady’s eyes suggests this is not the first time I was asked the question. I stand there, wondering if the pits around her eyes—white as the sun—are caused by the likes of me, and I tell her where I’m headed.
Cosmopolitan Dream
I see you, with whatever half awake, sleep drifting irises, I see you. Dusted in the shelves of unread books, I see you and I know you, They will never know you but I do, in ways you are afraid.
Parks and recreation, a distant dream
Do authorities care at all about citizens' quality of life?
10 Things I Hate About Dhaka
I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
(Not My) Home: Musings of a Reluctant Immigrant
Despite all her flaws, Dhaka is still the home that loves with reckless abandon
Have some 'doya' for Doyagonj!
Fix the crucial connecting road, ease people's suffering
Metrophilia: How to Love Dhaka
If you want to fall in love with the city—walk. This simple aphorism opens up a full discourse on how we can make our cities liveable and civic, and how we might live together as a collective.
Glue-sniffing: childhood lost on the streets
Children huddled in a corner huffing plastic bags is a common sight in Dhaka. Though rehabilitation efforts are needed urgently, the authorities that should be concerned only seem to be shifting the responsibility from one to other, while the children continue to suffer on the streets.
