Studios are running out of unique ideas and are taking drastic measures.
For the occupants of the netherworld, Dhaka has become a rather attractive vacation spot.
Mr Gordov was saying how his wife's hours of effort in the kitchen in this scorching heat just couldn’t live up to his outrageous expectations as a Bangladeshi male.
Everything changed when the inverter broke down.
How obsession with chikon jilapi led to the end of a relationship.
The weather forecast department has decided to sell all of their expensive equipment and solely rely on the Wi-Fi router in their office to indicate chances of rain.
Like a parasite sucking on its host, Rafsan Plasmodium feasted on all his groupmates' intellect.
How much more grief will this market cause?
Chulbul, who has written 29 books of poetry in his career spanning 9 months, characterises his style as introspective, post-modernist neo-absurdism.
Raisa thought that Shadman also believed our fates were dictated by fireballs in the sky. Turns out she was wrong.
With a routine corporate talk over at French-Canadian Detergent taking place last week, Bappy Jaliyat began his presentation.
Local devil in-charge, Lucifer, has reportedly been in clinical depression.
A psychopath like him cannot be left roaming on the websites.
Like always, his classmates were blaming him for something he didn’t do.
Gaslighters are either completely stopping the practice or finding alternatives.
Local millennials are on the streets with the ludicrous demand of making load-shedding permanent as a part of our heritage.
The prom experience would remain incomplete without these.
There is just no winning.