Bakarkhani: The Forgotten Soul of Old Dhaka’s Breakfast Culture
The first light creeps through Old Dhaka’s alleyways, carrying whispers of ghee and woodsmoke. Beneath the coming clamor of rickshaws and hawkers, a fragile scent persists – golden, layered Bakarkhani fresh from the tandoor. What vanishes with each passing dawn isn’t merely bread, but the city’s edible memory, crumbling like flaky pastry between modernity’s relentless teeth. Let’s see the history of Bakarkhani and related things in One Light Journal. A Love Letter in Dough and Ghee Legend says Bakarkhani was born from a Mughal soldier’s love. Bakar Khan, so devoted to Prince Shah Shuja, had a wife who poured her
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