A deep and personal Prodoshe Prakritojon book review exploring history, identity, caste, Bengal’s transformation, and the poetic brilliance of Shawkat Ali’s masterpiece. Prodoshe Prakritojon is not just a historical novel. It is one of those books that completely rearranges the way you think. I have read many important books on Bengal, history, identity, religion, and culture, but very few books have affected me the way this one did. This novel did not simply tell me a story. It pushed me into a lifelong search for answers about Bengal—its people, its transformations, its wounds, and its forgotten history. As a student…
There is a version of Satyajit Ray most of us grew up with without even realizing it. Not the towering filmmaker whose cinema travelled the world, not the celebrated writer whose characters quietly settled into our childhoods—but the artist whose lines shaped how we first learned to see. Satyajit Ray – The Illustrator For many Bengali children of a certain generation, Ray was not an introduction. He was an atmosphere. His presence lived in the pages we turned before we knew what design meant, before we understood composition, before we had language for aesthetics. We saw his illustrations in Sandesh,…
A reflective exploration of effort—how much is enough, why it matters, and how it quietly shapes identity, presence, and everyday life. Effort: The Quiet Ingredient That Changes Everything There was a time when effort meant something almost optional to me. Not in work—I showed up, I delivered on point—but in the smaller, more intimate layers of life. The way I dressed, the way I entered a room, the way I carried myself through ordinary days. Then one afternoon, over a cup of coffee, someone said something that sounded very dramatic at that moment, and annoying too but it lingered on…
Midlife skill learning can transform your 50s into a phase of renewal, purpose, and joy. Discover how learning a new skill adds meaning, resilience, and a fresh identity. Midlife Skill Learning: The Quiet Beginning of Something Else At the threshold of fifty, something subtle shifts. The house grows quieter, the routines loosen their grip, and the roles that once defined you begin to soften. It is not always sadness—though sometimes it arrives that way—it is more like an unfamiliar stillness. A question begins to hover: is this where life slows down, or where something else quietly begins? In this…
A reflective Love Letter to Vincent exploring art, memory, and a real-life encounter in Berlin that deepened a lifelong connection with Van Gogh. Love Letter to Vincent There are certain affections that do not arrive with permission. They begin quietly, often in childhood, and then remain—unquestioned, almost invisible, yet deeply formative. Writing this Love Letter to Vincent, I find myself returning not to a grand moment, but to a subtle shift. A young girl standing before something she could not explain, yet could not leave behind. Over the years, that early encounter does not fade. Instead, it rearranges perception.…
We are accustomed to speaking of reading as a hobby, a diversion, a pastime to be indulged once the duties of the day have been attended to. It is pleasant, often enjoyable, certainly enriching—but optional. Reading sits in the same polite category as stamp collecting, embroidery, or amateur gardening: commendable, but not essential, a polite accessory to life rather than a foundation of it. This is a fundamental misunderstanding. Reading is not a hobby. It is work. Serious, disciplined, exacting work. Hobbies, by their nature, are deferable. They yield gracefully to the urgency of other obligations. Work does not. Work…
Arnob – story of a musician, a boy and a magic by Tahmid Islam Arnob, you have most likely heard of him, if you’re a young, middle aged, old or just simply a person residing in any corner of Bangladesh and enjoy listening to music. You probably even have some of your favorite memories or a time in your life where Arnob’s music has helped you pass your time. Something about the chords that Arnob uses and the voice that he sings in just enraptured you in a way nothing else can. Such is the magic of the musical genius…
Growing up, was easy as we were lucky to have grandparents. When I was young, I used to think learning must be the most dreadful activity one could do. As a young girl, I wanted nothing more than to play games and watch television. But, as much as I hated learning and anything to do with school, there were some teachers who would make me look forward to their classes every single day. Their passion for passing down their knowledge was prominent in each class they took. In my opinion, to be a teacher is one of the most noble…
A Tiny Best Friend: It seemed like 17th July 2021 would be like any other day, when I had gone to visit my grandmother’s house. But, upon arriving, I was introduced to two tiny creatures. My aunt had found these two kittens, soaked in the rain, and without any sustenance. One of these two screaming banshees was to be under my care, and who is now a primary source of my happiness. He was too tiny for his age, filled with fleas and other health issues. But, he had the most beautiful eyes, that were blue like a starless midnight…
[ Ghost kitchen or cloud kitchen ] Years of living in Dhaka has given me an incredible amount of ups, as well as downs. However, the first time I got out of this country to visit another, there was one thing I found myself missing dearly. Even though other countries have much to offer in this particular area, I still craved the spices and flavours of Dhaka’s food. That might have been about five years ago and since then, Dhaka’s food culture has developed vastly. An increasing number of international cuisines are being introduced to our pallets, from Asian to…












