Nilkhet is not merely a name on Dhaka’s map; it is an emotion. A place steeped in layers of memory, significance, and quiet reverence for the book lovers of this bustling city.
Dhaka is not that big of a city. But there are way too many people, and while the number of buses is not little either, it’s far from enough. The daily bus commutes in Dhaka are tedious but if one is willing, there are plenty of drama and stories to find. Today, we will count the five types of p
Living in Dhaka is an adventure like no other; a chaotic symphony where every moment feels like a test of resilience. The city thrives on contradictions, making survival an art form and endurance a badge of honour.
The road is actually named after a man named Inglis (or Ingles)
As I seated myself in the Halda Valley Tea Lounge, seeing the way the welcome drinks were served left me in awe.
As the CNG-run auto-rickshaw pulled away, I stepped onto the culvert, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a cloak. Just ahead, a pack of stray dogs roamed the street, their loud barking echoing in the quiet night.
Once upon a time in Dhaka, tea drinking was limited to the Kashmiri, British, and Armenian households
I had nothing significant planned for last Friday, and was absent-mindedly saying yes to all sorts of plans my friends were making; completely forgetting an important wedding reception I had to attend that very day.
Nilkhet is not merely a name on Dhaka’s map; it is an emotion. A place steeped in layers of memory, significance, and quiet reverence for the book lovers of this bustling city.
Dhaka is not that big of a city. But there are way too many people, and while the number of buses is not little either, it’s far from enough. The daily bus commutes in Dhaka are tedious but if one is willing, there are plenty of drama and stories to find. Today, we will count the five types of p
Living in Dhaka is an adventure like no other; a chaotic symphony where every moment feels like a test of resilience. The city thrives on contradictions, making survival an art form and endurance a badge of honour.
The road is actually named after a man named Inglis (or Ingles)
As I seated myself in the Halda Valley Tea Lounge, seeing the way the welcome drinks were served left me in awe.
As the CNG-run auto-rickshaw pulled away, I stepped onto the culvert, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a cloak. Just ahead, a pack of stray dogs roamed the street, their loud barking echoing in the quiet night.
Once upon a time in Dhaka, tea drinking was limited to the Kashmiri, British, and Armenian households
I had nothing significant planned for last Friday, and was absent-mindedly saying yes to all sorts of plans my friends were making; completely forgetting an important wedding reception I had to attend that very day.
“It’s a wonderful experience to see the works of two artists from different mediums in the same exhibition -- works that seem to express their inner thoughts in two different ways, yet woven together by a single thread,” these words from a visitor, Nuzhat Jahan, perfectly encapsulates the exhibition Visually Bimurto by Habibur Rahman and Shamsad Rahman.
The first week of January passed quickly, as we sorted through pictures of Dhaka submitted for our My Dhaka Lens competition.