Old Dhaka is where history refuses to stay silent. It breathes through narrow lanes, faded facades and river-worn walls.

My earliest memory of Baishakhi Mela takes me back to the late 1970s. I was riding a rickshaw with my father to Bangla Academy, clutching green glass bangles and little terracotta toys.

In Adui Para, a remote village in Alikadam upazila in Bandarban, the road to school is a hill path of stone, dust and patience.

Vast fields stretch along the banks of the Mongla-Ghashiakhali channel, where Aman rice was harvested nearly two months ago. While most of the fields now lie barren, ripe wheat can be seen swaying in the wind in a few plots.

Rajshahi does not reveal all its beauty at once. At first glance, it is the city’s orderly avenues, flowering trees and well-planned streets that draw admiration.

The Chalan Beel was once no less than a natural wonder -- a vast expanse of water where fishermen thrived, kingfishers and egrets hunted, and life moved with the rhythms of ebb and tide.

Every morning, after getting out of bed, Siyam Nazmul, a residential student at Jatiya Kabi Kazi Nazrul Islam Hall at Jahangirnagar University, steps onto the veranda of his room to breathe in the day’s first light.

A crumbling mansion rises unexpectedly along the main road of Kolakopa Union in Nawabganj, Dhaka, its grand pillars still holding their ground against time.

At dawn, when the mist hangs low over the canopy and the first call of the gibbon echoes through the trees, Lawachara feels untouched by the world beyond its borders.

Tucked away in the serene hills of Sreemangal, a natural wonder has begun to draw in nature lovers and thrill-seeking tourists.

The January morning chill had given the narrow lane of Dinanath Sen Road in Gendaria a lazy and tranquil feel.

With nearly 250 years of history behind it, Mymensingh stands quietly as one of Bangladesh’s most culturally rich regions, yet remains largely underexplored.

On misty winter mornings, the lakes and wetlands of Jahangirnagar University once came alive in a breathtaking rhythm of wings and water.

Long before Foy’s Lake became a popular destination for leisure and tourism, it was created for a practical purpose.

Today, the face of toys has changed, and with it, the fate of traditional toys and crafts

I decided to compile a random list of street snacks for the bohemian souls of Dhaka. The range of street food in Dhaka is so extensive that some of us have yet to taste new treats at any random street corner or alley in this maze of a city.

Asma Khan is an advocate for women’s empowerment through food -- honest, eloquent, and unapologetically frank.

There was a time when Dhaka’s narrow lanes knew us better than we knew ourselves. Long before the flyovers sliced the sky and long before every passer-by walked around wrapped in earbuds like private citizens of their own worlds, these alleys held entire universes.

The Haripur Zamindar Bari in Brahmanbaria’s Nasirnagar upazila stands in quiet resignation, its ageing walls holding the weight of a world long gone.

As the full moon of Agrahayan rises, the Manipuri community in greater Sylhet prepares to celebrate its most cherished festival -- Maharas Leela, or Ras Utsab.