Paying tribute to Humayun Ahmed and some of his iconic characters
We share a heartfelt tribute to the maestro, Humayun Ahmed penned many years ago. The tribute, still as relevant as it was back then, points out the immensity of love and affection that we hold for the 'magician of words.' Rest in peace, sir.
1y ago
To you, Marrakech
I can't quite remember who picked us up—probably someone from the villa—but they played 'No Scrubs' by TLC in the car and it reminded me of my childhood. Secret hip hop aspirations stormed through my senses, and at once, I felt at ease. Like I knew you Marrakech, and you knew me.
5y ago
Letter to My Dictator
On a terribly warm night in November, I sat on my couch, alone in Bangkok, and switched off my phone. If it was true, I wanted to see it. But if I saw it, I didn't want to talk about it.
6y ago
Thou shall not stress over moving houses
The husband has a new thing where he invites everyone to the house. We recently had the audacity to believe we could survive a move in Dhaka, and since we sort of didn't die (except on the inside), he has developed a sense of pride about it.
6y ago
The ultimate guide to [stressing over] a job after graduation
It is no happy coincidence that my return to full time employment and my second foray into writing began at the same time.
7y ago
Pond's presents The Lustrous Runway 2015
In association with BMW, the sixth edition of “Pond's presents The Lustrous Runway”, was held on Friday, 21 August 2015 at the Radisson Blu Water Garden Hotel Dhaka. Providing a platform for up and coming local designers to showcase their collections alongside international counterparts, the show has carved a niche for itself as one of the finest promoters of cross-national fashion in Bangladesh.
8y ago
Drape of the deities
“For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.” ~ The Home and the World, Rabindranath Tagore
8y ago
The women we will become
When my sister and I were growing up, we had a running competition every time we got into the car or sat at the dining table.
8y ago
July 19, 2022
Paying tribute to Humayun Ahmed and some of his iconic characters
We share a heartfelt tribute to the maestro, Humayun Ahmed penned many years ago. The tribute, still as relevant as it was back then, points out the immensity of love and affection that we hold for the 'magician of words.' Rest in peace, sir.
June 15, 2018
To you, Marrakech
I can't quite remember who picked us up—probably someone from the villa—but they played 'No Scrubs' by TLC in the car and it reminded me of my childhood. Secret hip hop aspirations stormed through my senses, and at once, I felt at ease. Like I knew you Marrakech, and you knew me.
December 8, 2017
Letter to My Dictator
On a terribly warm night in November, I sat on my couch, alone in Bangkok, and switched off my phone. If it was true, I wanted to see it. But if I saw it, I didn't want to talk about it.
June 23, 2017
Thou shall not stress over moving houses
The husband has a new thing where he invites everyone to the house. We recently had the audacity to believe we could survive a move in Dhaka, and since we sort of didn't die (except on the inside), he has developed a sense of pride about it.
April 7, 2017
The ultimate guide to [stressing over] a job after graduation
It is no happy coincidence that my return to full time employment and my second foray into writing began at the same time.
September 1, 2015
Pond's presents The Lustrous Runway 2015
In association with BMW, the sixth edition of “Pond's presents The Lustrous Runway”, was held on Friday, 21 August 2015 at the Radisson Blu Water Garden Hotel Dhaka. Providing a platform for up and coming local designers to showcase their collections alongside international counterparts, the show has carved a niche for itself as one of the finest promoters of cross-national fashion in Bangladesh.
August 18, 2015
Drape of the deities
“For we women are not only the deities of the household fire, but the flame of the soul itself.” ~ The Home and the World, Rabindranath Tagore
May 5, 2015
The women we will become
When my sister and I were growing up, we had a running competition every time we got into the car or sat at the dining table.
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