It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.

It’s 37/1, Shorot Gupta Lane, Old Dhaka, Bangladesh. Once upon a time, this house, which is about 150-year old, was famous. Mohammed Nasiruddin, the editor of the journal Sougat, owned this house. At present his daughter Nurjahan Begum (85), the editor of Begum, is the life of this house. Once this house was resonant with journalists and people of different walks, along with the family members. Their children settled outsides. Till now she herself manages the magazine, which is kind of slow these days. The old furniture of his father’s days, photographs on the wall, two female caretakers, and a few cats are her companions.