Dhaka Dweller

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the age-old story of an insensitive minority conspiring to deprive the majority ...

A green canopy is a rare sight in this concrete city. I am truly fortunate to live on a tree-lined street, with a row of weeping willows an...

"Dekha hoy nai chokhkhu meliya..." Tagore's immortal lines describe me perfectly. I have sailed the islands of Maldives and...

Photos from my St. Martin's trip.

I've planned a trip to St Martin's, Bangladesh's lone coral island. This small island lies approximately 6 miles south west of t...

The month of February is probably when Bangladeshis feel most Bengali. It is when we pay homage to the language martyrs who gave their lives...

I got married well into my 30s. That is very unusual for a Bangladeshi woman. My wonderful parents let me pursue my own interests, and even ...

For all non-Urdu speakers (of whom I am one as well), the title of this post refers to the saying that one should eat to please oneself but ...

Desperate to get away from the tedium of routine life, we thought of quite a few possible destinations. It had to be within easy traveling ...

I have discovered a quaint little shop which sells pearl jewelry. Cultured pearl of course, my wallet does not permit me to flaunt natural p...

My friends and I visited a textile mart in Mirpur. Confronted with the colors, the patterns, the varieties, and the VERY reasonable prices, ...

The alarm goes off. Is it time to get up already? I have never been a morning person, and I drag myself out of bed with great reluctance. Ev...

I met my best friend in kindergarten. We went to the same school, college and university. Today, three decades later, living in two continen...

From when I was a child, I have displayed a very special love for animals. I still get kidded for the pronouncement that has immortalized me...

Who is this 'average' person behind the Dhaka Dweller blog anyway? Like you've seen in my profile, I am a married career woman i...