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AI trend that lets you discover a different self

AI trend that lets you discover a different self

What if a single line of text could bend time, blur reality, and turn imagination into a photograph? That's precisely what today's AI image tools are doing. It's taking us back to childhood, fast-forwarding into the future, or conjuring the impossible in a single, picture-perfect frame. The intern


Do long-lasting perfumes truly mean class?

Do long-lasting perfumes truly mean class?

Have you ever stopped in front of a glowing perfume advertisement and wondered if it was actually true? A charming man in a tuxedo standing under the rain, or a woman in a velvet gown whispering, "It lasts forever"—they make us believe that a long-lasting scent automatically equals quality. B

What lies beyond the portrayal of victimhood?

What lies beyond the portrayal of victimhood?

In her book The Reenchantment of Art, Suzie Gablic mentioned that art's long history of elevating design over subject matter has resulted in a disconnect and the cultivation of shallow aesthetic emotions. She argued that art should not only address issues but also collaborate directly with the publ

Will the Nobel Prize ever run out of money?

Will the Nobel Prize ever run out of money?

When Alfred Nobel was presumed dead in 1888, a French newspaper printed an obituary referring to him as "The Merchant of Death." In reality, it was Alfred's brother Ludvig who had died of a heart attack in France. But due to some misunderstanding, one French newspaper believed that it was Alfred w

10 truths every cat owner can relate to

10 truths every cat owner can relate to

There comes a time in every cat owner's life when they realise they're no longer the one in control. It's that moment when you're stuck on the bed, not daring to move because the moody little creature in your house has decided your lap or your hands are the perfect spot for a nap. Or it could hit

Who did not quit: Stories of choosing life

Who did not quit: Stories of choosing life

"At my lowest point, writing became my only escape. I started with poetry. Every word I scribbled on paper was a way of telling myself I was still here, still breathing. Later, I turned to journaling. Keeping a diary saved me. It was the only space where I could pour out my pain without judgment. O

Do you remember your first letter?

Do you remember your first letter?

Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, “Come with me, Milena.” This letter by Franz Kafka often reminds us of the immense possibilities of the stories that never could happen or happened just for

How to get quality sleep while travelling

How to get quality sleep while travelling

Do you find it difficult to fall asleep while travelling or on a trip? Several factors may contribute to your sleep difficulties, but some strategies can help you sleep better when travelling or on a journey. You might not be able to get a good night's sleep, such as being away from your routine,

Disappearance of childhood spaces in urban Bangladesh

Disappearance of childhood spaces in urban Bangladesh

There was a time when Dhaka's evening started with the shouts of children playing in nearby playgrounds and parks. The mischievous little ones escape the door quietly right after their mother takes an afternoon nap. And why? To play to their heart's content. But now, we can say that those days are

What makes musk attar and perfume timeless?

What makes musk attar and perfume timeless?

The small bottle rested inside an old wooden box, carried from one generation to another. It once belonged to a grandfather who used to keep a dab of Musk attar on their prayer rug. His children remembered that faint, calming scent long after he was gone. Years later, when the lid of that bottle

Is Rose perfume slipping from royal legacy to forgotten shelves?

Is Rose perfume slipping from royal legacy to forgotten shelves?

On a rainy afternoon in Dhaka, a middle-aged man stood in front of a perfume stall at Mitford, turning a small glass bottle in his hand. The liquid shimmered faintly in the weak light, a rose attar that smelled almost exactly like the one his father used decades ago. For a moment, memory took over,