Raffat Binte Rashid

Holiday markets, weekend farmer’s markets, night markets, thrift markets -- these are the places that always seem to trigger my spending compulsion.

Getting back to the pages of an unread novel, lying by your bedside for months, is indeed a great thing.

The wailing sound of the ambulance siren near the hospital was loud and roaring; random pedestrians and street-vendors were clearing the road to allow the approaching ambulances to pass

When you grow old, you slow down your pace and seek calm. You want to be away from the hubbub of city life and live for yourself; toying with this realisation, I am in search of a quiet place to drop my anchor. I am twiddling between Rajshahi, Faridpur, and Barishal.

The article celebrates the rich culture, heritage, and health benefits of tea, lamenting Dhaka’s shift toward coffee culture. It envisions a dream tea bar honouring traditional tea rituals, artisan varieties, and community connection amid modern coffee trends.

There are men in pink or men who support women’s rights.

For some, the battery-run vehicles are a time-efficient and cost-effective blessing; for others, they are a dangerous disruption to the already precarious traffic system.

Who is crazy enough to go window shopping at this time of the year? I mean during the month of Ramadan, and that too in a cosmopolitan like Dhaka.