For most urban dwellers, a day often begins with the monotonous sounds of traffic congestion. What if we told you amidst this chaos, there is respite awaiting you? That is Hatirjheel and its water taxis.

Dhaka is now a black hole: a city consuming millions of residents but has no sense of quality life.

I am asked where I am headed. The expression in the lady’s eyes suggests this is not the first time I was asked the question. I stand there, wondering if the pits around her eyes—white as the sun—are caused by the likes of me, and I tell her where I’m headed.

I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

City dwellers yesterday woke up to find that most of the capital has virtually turned into a swamp following rains.