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  • Heaven on earth

    I found paradise at a quaint pond on the crack of dawn last Friday. I must jot down the exact moment before memory fades, as I wish to return to that exact moment time and again, even if it is only through the words I write.

  • Our forgone rustic ways

    The emerald green taro leaves stoutly stood its ground amid my peridot bush of bracken ferns. It’s an unusual place for taro leaves to sprout, but nonetheless, the sun and the rains did bless me with an expectant gift.

  • Herbs for my heart

    It would inevitably be late in the afternoons; after wrapping up her daily household chores and completing Zuhr prayers, Nanu would sit down to have her lunch, which in itself was an art, almost like a ceremony of relishing heavenly manna.

  • It’s good to be back

    If it was a 25-day Caribbean holiday (mum says you always have to dream big, that’s beside the point though) coming back to work would have been a dread and almost a matter to contemplate desertion.

  • A summertime Eid story

    His desirous lovey-dovey stare and her coy smile says that the young couple on the rickshaw on that breezy sunlit Chaitra afternoon are in love, and perhaps soon to be wedded. They are a good-looking couple, the girl holding a packet with lowered gaze and the boy looking at her in a manner

  • Aggression: It’s the name of the game now

    What separates man from animal? The fact that we can speak? Or the fact that we have opposable thumbs? How about that fact that we have a complex society and technology that hurtled us to the moon?

  • All about regrets

    At the cross roads of life, we all contemplate on the what if’s? Yes, that includes the ‘what if I took a sound decision on my finances,

  • Celebrating Shab-e-barat

    It was almost like Eid, with the slight difference being in the exchange of trays full of gourmet goodies with neighbours and friends, and praying with family the entire night instead of visiting them

  • Deshi begins at home

    Walking down the brick lane of the 200-year-old Panam Nagar had me in a fully nostalgic mood, my usual dreamy self reminiscing of the bygone glamour, and the grandeur of the lifestyles of traders and landlords.

  • Life of the party

    My friend is a brilliant orator; even her most illogical arguments seem reasonable because of how she narrates them.

  • Lives not numbers

    I sympathise with the bereaved family. I sympathise with the 'may-have-been' young love crying her heart out. I feel for friends who may have had shared notes for preparing a presentation at the university.

  • The mother and the daughter: that dynamic though

    They say, times have changed; maybe they have, but as shocking as it seems mothers possibly still favour their sons over daughters.

  • Dry days ahead

    I was just debating the other day whether a chilled lemonade, with loads of ice and a slice of squeezed green lime floating in a tall glass, the rim of the which is laced with salt and sugar crystals, can be called a mocktail.

  • Simply 'deshi'

    Crossing the Meghna Bridge is a hurdle; the Gomti is another feat in itself, but once these obstacles are left behind, you are greeted by the fields full of green paddy and canary yellow mustard, swaying in the mid-morning breeze.

  • Through the scotched tape glass

    A middle aged, pot-bellied, half-balding man, who looks like happy Buddha, except for the grouching squint on his face.

  • Green, I like

    A dewy lawn full of velvety green grass, glistening in the dusky orange rays of a November sunset, is something I like.

  • Living on my own terms

    My hate list is growing like school children on some iron and zinc fortified malt drink — in leaps and bounds. From being tagged in Facebook to every message, to getting distracted by

  • Dancing to life's tunes

    When you are down and insomnia takes over, you get a tad hyper, but remember each rush is bound to be gushed out, that is the way it is, and you are always 'on the rebound' with life's complexities.

  • Confessions of a serotonin junkie

    I am really old, almost at the age where I will need a cane stick to walk, so when I saw the bioscope man with his khartal — that wooden clapper instrument which has discs or plates that produce a clinking sound when clapped together — strumming a catchy tune; the dormant child in me just leapt out.

  • Of teas and marmalade skies

    I am not a winter person; absolutely not, and I have loads of reasons to defend my stance. However, there are things about the chilly dusk that I love, and those are tea parties and barbecues.

  • Durga Puja 2018

    DIMENSIONS OF DURGA

    This week is all about the celebration of Durga Puja. Star Lifestyle showcases the many facets of Durga and her avatars, the goddess as a symbol of a valiant woman, the mysticism of the colour that is red, and much more.

  • The brilliance in black and white

    Strolling through the galleries of Shilpakala Academy, where the recently held Dhaka Art Summit was on display, I stumbled upon a gem of a collection -- the black and white photographic display of 'The Bhawal Case'. The legendary case of the early nineteen hundreds was the first court case where photographs were presented as evidence; a fact shared by Rajib Samdani at the gallery. Samdani collected the

  • Hallelujah…It's raining men!

    We have been accused in the past of gender bias, for our 'blatant' coverage of women's issues, ignoring the demands of men.

  • International Girl Child Day 2017

    The other side of being a girl

    International Day of the Girl Child (Day of the Girl) is celebrated annually on 11 October to highlight issues concerning gender inequality facing young girls. This year's theme is 'The Power of the Adolescent Girl: Vision for 2030'.

  • Yesterday once more

    A starched cotton 'taant' sari, paired with a blouse bordered off in white lace the petite, dusky girl wore it slightly above her ankle; her dreamy eyes lined with kohl and long wavy hair done hurriedly in a casual bun with couple of frangipanis tucked on the side.

  • Autumn on Earth

    Uttara this time of the year, especially the third phase area, is a pleasant sight. White 'kashphul' or kans grass as it is called in English, just take over the vacant fields, and its invasive nature makes for dazzling white fluff.

  • Orchids: A pleasant love story

    Remember Silsila? The iconic film of the '80s, the song 'Dekha Ek Khwaab,' the location and the expansive fields of tulips? I had my 'Silsila moment' last Friday while visiting the Camelia Duncan Orchid project at Shahbazpur.

  • Important lessons

    It is surprising how my only child teaches me life hacks and survival tips I did not know were ever doable on my part.

  • A tasty retreat

    I am such a gloomy Gus when it comes to celebrating days meant only for vendible gains. I, quite honestly speaking, see no reason to hail Valentine's Day, Mother's or Father's Day; even getting a stale rose on International Women's Day plays on my nerves.

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