I migrated to Dhaka in 2011 in pursuit of higher education. In the last two years, I have made a home for myself in Rayerbazar, near the Mohammadpur Beribadh area. Everyday, I witness my home inch closer and closer to becoming a barren and comfortless dystopia in the name of development. As infinite buildings are erected, a mountain of waste piles up, destroying rivers and causing pollution. Our economic

Animals mean more to the big city slicker. They fulfill the completely ordinary, wholly elusive need for attachment the nine-to-fiver so often experiences in the lonely metropolis. Living in close proximity to these creatures enables the human to learn humility, honesty, sensitivity. To respect and be respected. Because you can fool a man, but you can never fool an animal.

Milk-white wicks swim in little pools of ghee. They sit atop a shiny green banana leaf—each a prayer for a loved one, a prayer to ward off evil spirits or a prayer to grant your wildest wishes.

The Pushkar Fair or Pushkar Mela is held annually in Pushkar, Rajsthan during the month of Kartik. It is the largest livestock fair in India where camels, horses and cows are traded.

All the houses in the city have it—an empty patch under the sky.

A constant torment, white noise reminding us of our losses and sufferings.

I have not seen my mother smile in a long time. Not since I was a child—at least, not a heartfelt one. To me, it seemed she was always suffering an imperceptible, incessant anguish.

Where have the fish in the Buriganga gone? Bubbling with rich, garish tones that can belie the grim reality, the waters of the Buriganga, once the lifeblood of the capital, tell our very own tale of woe.

When I started working at the zoo it seemed impossible to relate to it, but in a serendipitous twist of fate, after spending ample time there, I started to develop a bond with the animals.

Between February 19 to 23, 2010, hundreds houses of Jumma villagers, Buddhist temples, and a church were torched in a communal attack in the Baghaihat area of Sajek union and Khagrchari municipality under Khagrachari district allegedly by Bangalee settlers.

We, travellers, have fallen in love with Sajek's stark, burnt-umber coloured cliffs that jut upright throughout the valley.

Charak Puja is a festival celebrated in the southern belt of Bangladesh, where devotees undergo acts of flagellation in order to appease Lord Shiva and his wife Shakti.

The spell is over, the hour is up. And I can no longer remember.

I feel like a mermaid. My body tells me I am a man and my soul tells me I am a woman — Heena, 51.

Our land is one of colours, rivers, vast lands and warm people. Whether it is the concrete jungle that is Dhaka city, or the softer sides of

There are moments when one needs to escape from the clutches of this concrete city and find themselves admiring nature- the sky,

Devotees pay their respect to Saraswati, the Hindu Goddess of knowledge, music and arts. On the day of the puja, men, women and children wake up early in the morning.

During holidays, my family and I often become tourists, traveling the roads less traveled by, in Bangladesh. Last year during the Eid holidays, we started our journey from Chittagong and headed to our destination, Sylhet.

Often we stumble, and we look around for what can pick us back up. We look for family, for friends, we look for rewards, awards and achievements.

I am the rickshaw puller who took you home safe last night. Or the security guard, sitting outside the ATM booth, making sure that you have a secure money transaction.