Truth be told, I have created quite a reputation for myself just by writing editorials every year when we put out a wedding-themed issue. I write about weddings I’ve been to and the biriyani I’ve had.

Unpopular opinion: As much as I revel in the satisfaction of throwing “OK boomer” at any senile octogenarian, I can’t help but feel hypocritical somewhat as a generation.

As the newer generations (millennials, zoomers) have infinite access to knowledge that they can navigate skilfully, the experience gap we had with previous generations is narrowing each day.

See if this sounds familiar. You are a young adult who’s grown up in Dhaka. You have visited places around the country, or maybe even around the world with your family, but the city is the only place you’ve stayed in for a prolonged period of time.

A very “chill” person lovingly called Bob once said, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.”

It’s everywhere online, in our homes, restaurants, offices, classrooms — literally everywhere. It’s what makes up this very issue of SHOUT you’re holding in your hands.

Things are shaking up at the office. It’s the ongoing metro rail project. They’re laying down deep foundations – like acupuncture needles – through this major avenue.

It’s easy to tell if someone likes someone, but infinitely harder to tell if someone likes you.

Right now, we’re going through an 80’s revival phase — or at least we are at the end of that phase. However, modern themes are getting a little old. It’s the same thing just updated and recycled in a lot of cases.

People don’t really want to go back to a time when the world was simpler. They want to go back to a time when they didn’t understand how complicated the world has always been.

I have a weird feeling about fonts.

While what I am about to say won’t apply to quite a few different types of writings, it addresses an issue we often face with reader submissions. A lot of us have this misconception that wordier write-ups mean that they are good.

I write to you from the comfort of my work chair. It’s a good chair, it has arm rests and the back support is slightly inclined. Although it ends halfway up my back when I sit up straight and I wish it didn’t, I’m okay with it.

Most of us reading this are fortunate enough to grow up in a taken for granted, hyper-connected world where news from across the world often gets to us before even local news.

It’s hot out there. Considering you live in an apartment that’s cramped between other apartments on every side, you probably don’t get much sunlight inside your room.

I always found it amazing how Eid-ul-Azha has a way of bringing the entire family together no matter what. It would always be exciting

I was raised mostly by women at my household. My two sisters and mother have been supporting me from my childhood to this day. However, regarding one issue, everyone in the house would always be aloof. I remember once asking one of my sisters what a period is

The USA holds a special place in my heart. I have never been there, but like everyone else I know, I have family there. But that’s not it,

I don’t usually care for cricket. My understanding of the game is limited to a surface level understanding of the rules and a Hasan Minhaj bit about the BCCI.

The year after the FIFA World Cup and before the Olympics may not mean much to most of the world, but in this neck of the woods, it’s party time (or hold your breath and don’t move from the couch time, depending on how superstitious you are).