As the rain keeps coming down intermittently, the heatwave has lost its brutal bite. A couple of days ago, I went to Mirpur around 9:30 pm to feel the social and economic pulse of nighttime Dhaka. On the way, I was intrigued by the brightly illuminated shrine of the 15th-century Sufi saint Shah Ali Baghdadi on Mazar Road. After that, near Mirpur 10 Gol Chattar, I had coffee at Coco Café, full of snazzy young people even at these late hours. Pumped up by an espresso, I embarked on a “casual” stroll, even though it was challenging to navigate the Mirpur streets swarming with pedestrians, shoppers, sidewalk vendors, and cantankerous vehicles. The place’s boisterous “happy hour” mood belied the prevailing anxieties over inflation, the Gaza genocide, and the spectre of a looming collapse of the liberal international order. Eateries, with fancy names, were everywhere: The Eatalia; Yellowknife; Supreme Diners; California Fried Chicken; Titanic Rooftop; Roadside Kitchen Rooftop; Kachchi Mahal; and Barcelos, to name a few. Men, women, young, old, different economic classes—all urban constituencies were present and active. Mirpur at night felt like an alternative world, more like a neon utopia.
I experienced similar revelry in front of Mohammadpur Town Hall at night the other day. A vibrant nightlife of street food, informal shopping from roadside pushcarts, and social camaraderie unfolded. Phuchka, chotpoti, khichuri with beef, and firni seemed to be key culinary attractions. The mobile food carts were flanked by benches that encroached deep into the streets. It was almost 10 pm, and the impression I got from overhearing people’s conversation was that night had just begun!
Old Dhaka’s street markets have traditionally been known as places where night never ends! Foodies and shoppers gravitate to Chawkbazar, Nazirabazar, and Alauddin Road until the wee hours. But this scene of the night is no longer limited to the old city. I have seen intense night activities at Farmgate, Mouchak, Moghbazar, and Uttara. The culinary culture of bhuna khichuri, beef bhuna, biryani and jhalmuri, among other gastronomical attractions, draws people to these thriving places not just from local neighbourhoods, but from across the city.
The cafes in the affluent sections of the metropolis—Gulshan, Banani, and Dhanmondi—are typically abuzz with people until 2 am in the morning. The city’s growing number of social clubs and nightclubs attract an incessant flow of nouveau riche flaunting expensive cars and well-dressed companions. In Hatirjheel during the night, people are seen enjoying the water’s edge, the breeze, and the promenade of well-lit bridges.
If you go around at night in Dhaka, you will come across people out dining, shopping, walking in parks, indulging in adda, or simply enjoying themselves with friends and family at different urban venues. Urbanites are comfortable seeking entertainment of different kinds after work at night. Over the past two decades or so, this nighttime culture has become a popular city-wide phenomenon as the city offers a potpourri of entertainment options to people of all economic strata.
So, this is the point. Dhaka has become a nocturnal city, as much as it is a daytime city of grinding work, survival stories, exhaustion, traffic, mobilities, and entrepreneurship. Not the city of the 1990s, the nighttime Dhaka is awash with artificial light, conquering the dark and dangerous night of yore. The South Asian megapolis now boasts a new generation of urban illumination—some super bright, some garish, some artistic—creating new types of after-work spaces for people of all classes to enjoy themselves. What it showcases is a socially liberal night and its metropolitan modernity that our parents may not have seen or experienced.