Hope by Alminar Sagar
It was gloomy day, had few rain showers earlier. The time was late afternoon. After a day long gloominess, the sun was about to show its face just before setting. The bird was about to return to its nest after hiding there most of the time.…
The Echo of Empty Spaces
The smell of rain on hot concrete always brings back the ache of a platform at dusk. It is a metallic, sharp scent that clings to the back of the throat, tasting faintly of ozone and old iron. I remember the feeling of standing perfectly still…
The Weight of Stone
The sun retreats, leaving the stone to hold the heat of the day. It is a slow release. We walk through streets that have seen empires rise and crumble into dust, yet the walls remain, indifferent to our passing. There is a specific silence…