It is a dance that we have both performed countless times; we know the steps by heart. Her kitchen was my first kitchen - my training...

One of the first questions a Bangladeshi will ask of another, on meeting for the first time is 'Bari kothai?'

It’s with a kind of guilty sadness, now, that I recall how my father would look at me, almost pleadingly, during our Bangla lessons at home.

My father is most likely to be found sitting in his study. ‘Study’ is rather a grand title for the room, the smallest in the house.

Since my younger sister left the family home for university last month, I have watched my parents rediscovering the house that they have liv