We walked into that campus certain of things we can't fully reconstruct now. Ask any of us what we thought we'd be doing by thirty and there's a pause first. Something half-embarrassed, a foreign correspondent, a scientist with a real lab, someone who was going to fix this country from the inside.

Mustafa Monwar died on the morning of 29 June 2026 at Square Hospital in Dhaka. He was 90, and pneumonia had been wearing him down for a while. People called him the Puppet Man, which undersells what he actually did, he took puppetry off the village fairground. He put it on national television, and

Mostafa Monwar died on Monday morning at Square Hospital in Dhaka, where he had been under treatment since mid-June for a pneumonia infection that wore down a body already worn down by age. He was ninety, and the family attributed the death to age-related complications rather than any single cause.

Malaysian PM Anwar Ibrahim's office put out a video in late June marking Tarique Rahman's first official visit to Kuala Lumpur as Bangladesh's prime minister. Two minutes forty seconds. Bilateral talks, a state lunch, the usual cultural-exchange footage. Then people noticed the music running behind

The smell reaches you first. Near Hossaini Dalan, in a kitchen with the shutters half down, a pot of haleem has been simmering on a low flame since before dawn, and by mid-morning the whole lane smells of cracked wheat, beef fat, and ghee. You would expect a month of mourning to smell of something

You are scrolling. It is late. The fan hums overhead, steady like a metronome. Somewhere in the algorithm's vast and indifferent memory, a decision has already been made: tonight, you need a voice that does not rush. A few seconds of a Bengali song appear. A baritone that does not announce itself,

In Thomas Hardy's fiction, the Victorian world does not appear as a stable moral universe but as a structure under quiet strain. This order insists on clarity while producing lives defined by ambiguity, accident, and pain. The dominant ideology of the Victorian period rested on the belief that mo

Mejbaur Rahman Sumon made his name with Hawa. With Roid, his second feature, he goes further back, not just in setting but in time itself. The film takes place in a rural Bangladesh stripped of all modern markers: no mobile phones, no dates, no historical cues. The story centres on Sadhu, a quiet