A middle aged, pot-bellied, half-balding man, who looks like happy Buddha, except for the grouching squint on his face.

A dewy lawn full of velvety green grass, glistening in the dusky orange rays of a November sunset, is something I like.

My hate list is growing like school children on some iron and zinc fortified malt drink — in leaps and bounds. From being tagged in Facebook to every message, to getting distracted by

When you are down and insomnia takes over, you get a tad hyper, but remember each rush is bound to be gushed out, that is the way it is, and you are always 'on the rebound' with life's complexities.

I am really old, almost at the age where I will need a cane stick to walk, so when I saw the bioscope man with his khartal — that wooden clapper instrument which has discs or plates that produce a clinking sound when clapped together — strumming a catchy tune; the dormant child in me just leapt out.

I am not a winter person; absolutely not, and I have loads of reasons to defend my stance. However, there are things about the chilly dusk that I love, and those are tea parties and barbecues.

This week is all about the celebration of Durga Puja. Star Lifestyle showcases the many facets of Durga and her avatars, the goddess as a symbol of a valiant woman, the mysticism of the colour that is red, and much more.

Strolling through the galleries of Shilpakala Academy, where the recently held Dhaka Art Summit was on display, I stumbled upon a gem of a collection -- the black and white photographic display of 'The Bhawal Case'. The legendary case of the early nineteen hundreds was the first court case where photographs were presented as evidence; a fact shared by Rajib Samdani at the gallery. Samdani collected the

We have been accused in the past of gender bias, for our 'blatant' coverage of women's issues, ignoring the demands of men.

International Day of the Girl Child (Day of the Girl) is celebrated annually on 11 October to highlight issues concerning gender inequality facing young girls. This year's theme is 'The Power of the Adolescent Girl: Vision for 2030'.

A starched cotton 'taant' sari, paired with a blouse bordered off in white lace the petite, dusky girl wore it slightly above her ankle; her dreamy eyes lined with kohl and long wavy hair done hurriedly in a casual bun with couple of frangipanis tucked on the side.

Uttara this time of the year, especially the third phase area, is a pleasant sight. White 'kashphul' or kans grass as it is called in English, just take over the vacant fields, and its invasive nature makes for dazzling white fluff.

Remember Silsila? The iconic film of the '80s, the song 'Dekha Ek Khwaab,' the location and the expansive fields of tulips? I had my 'Silsila moment' last Friday while visiting the Camelia Duncan Orchid project at Shahbazpur.

It is surprising how my only child teaches me life hacks and survival tips I did not know were ever doable on my part.

I am such a gloomy Gus when it comes to celebrating days meant only for vendible gains. I, quite honestly speaking, see no reason to hail Valentine's Day, Mother's or Father's Day; even getting a stale rose on International Women's Day plays on my nerves.