Dhaka.

People call it noisy, messy, crowded—full of traffic, chaos, and pollution. And sure, all of that is true. But for me, Dhaka is something else entirely. 

This city has its own kind of magic. It’s messy, loud, and unpredictable—but that’s exactly what makes it feel alive. Dhaka knows all my “firsts,” all my stories. And honestly, পালাতে চাই যত, সে আসে আমার পিছু পিছু — the more I try to get away, the more the city follows me around. 

DHAKA DOT COM, is my way of showing the Dhaka I know—the small joys, the surprises, the heartbeat hidden inside the chaos. 

This is my Dhaka.

Perfectly imperfect.

And weirdly addictive.