A Majestic Hornet Perched by Shahnaz ParvinThe Hum of Stillness
The air before a summer storm has a metallic tang, a sharp, electric prickle that settles on the back of the neck like static. It is a heavy, humid weight that forces the breath to slow. I remember the sensation of walking through a garden…
A Little Soul and His Boat by Tanmoy Saha
How far the destination is... he does not have any idea about it. Even though, the little boatman is moving with his boat slowly in the Bhairab river but his movement seems this an unbelievable task to reach his destination, where he must. A…
The Weight of the Ascent
The mountain does not care if you are there. It has stood through winters that erased the memory of men, and it will stand long after the last boot print has been scoured away by the wind. We climb because we need to measure ourselves against…