How to be a Dhaka woman: a witty, affectionate guide to Dhaka life, from traffic, North End coffee and fuchka to Jamdani, theatre, weddings, online shopping, protests and the glorious contradictions of the women who make this city their own. [A small disclaimer before we begin: This is satire, not sociology. There is no single kind of Dhaka woman, and this piece is certainly not an attempt to stereotype the millions of women whose lives, circumstances, beliefs and choices make Dhaka what it is. A Dhaka woman may wear a saree, jeans, hijab or office ID card; she may spend…
