The Sangu river, winding through the hilly district of Bandarban, is an embodiment of nature’s beauty, its crystal-clear waters flowing serenely past steep hills and lush greenery.
It’s a typical Friday evening in Gausia Market. The narrow alleyways are alive with the voices of vendors calling out prices and shoppers haggling over deals -- piles of clothes sit atop each other.
Dr Asha Islam Nayeem, a professor in the Department of History at the Dhaka University, has a heart-wrenching story.
Tucked into the narrow confusing lanes of Lalbagh is Rasulbagh Children’s Park -- a rare slice of serenity in a city that often forgets to breathe.
I heard a friend say that no matter where she goes shopping, be it on 5th Avenue in New York, in old Delhi, or even at Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok, nothing beats the pleasure she finds shopping in Dhaka’s shopping districts: Chandni Chawk, Hawker’s, and New Market.
For decades, Bangladesh has been home to a devoted group of people passionate about high-fidelity sound reproduction.
In Bangladesh, winter is more than a season -- it’s a celebration. It’s the time for weddings, marked by steaming plates of biryani, fragrant with ghee and tender, flavourful potatoes.
If one says Madhur Canteen and Bangladesh’s history is inextricably interlinked, will it be an exaggeration?
The canteen was founded in 1921 by Aditya Chandra Dey, Madhuda’s father, who received permission from the university authorities to open a food business on the university grounds when Dhaka University was established.
Scattered across Bangladesh are countless archaeological treasures that reveal its prosperous past. While time has erased some, many remain hidden beneath the earth, awaiting discovery. Among the surviving remnants are ancient fortresses, temples, mosques, monasteries and so on -- testaments to the region’s rich history and cultural legacy.
As the sky darkens and the familiar rumble of thunder echoes across the horizon, farmers and fishermen working in open fields and water bodies sense the imminent danger of lightning. In Bangladesh, lightning is one of the deadliest natural disasters, claiming hundreds of lives each year.
I remember the first time I stepped into the female compartment in the metro, I knew this marked a significant difference in the commute experience of women.
As dawn breaks and the first rays of sunlight streams through your window, you hear the rhythmic beat of drums and the joyful clanging of cymbals coming from a nearby temple.
A charcoal black druid’s bowl with a rough and aged look, caught my attention while surfing social media. Initially, I thought it must be an antique piece of medieval pottery up for sale on some transcontinental site, but instead, I found it to be a local product from the brand Boho Bangladesh, promoting a sustainable natural lifestyle; it blew my mind.
Sudiptta Apu, a graphic designer based in Khulna, was on the verge of completing a $600 project when everything went dark -- literally.
If journalism is my profession, wildlife photography is my passion. For me, it’s not just about snapping a picture -- it’s a form of meditation, a way to escape from the everyday noise and stress.
Bangladesh’s booming ceramic industry is as thriving as our readymade garment (RMG) sector, which I say from my many shopping exploits.
The pulsating energy of Dhaka University campus works as a catalyst to inspire students and shape their conscience.
Hundreds of students from Dhaka, Chattogram and districts in between were seen marching towards Feni on August 22. They travelled in trucks, with speedboats and life jackets, on a mission to rescue those stranded by the unprecedented floods that swept through the region.
The early stages of the quota reform movement in Bangladesh saw the use of a subtle yet powerful language of protest: graffiti.
A female student, her face streaked with blood, pleads with Chhatra League activists to stop the relentless beatings.
