Salt on the Tongue
The air near the water always tastes of iron and wet rope. I remember the feeling of sand, not as a surface to walk upon, but as a gritty, stubborn presence that finds its way into the creases of your skin, a reminder that the land is constantly…
Raksha Karo by Sharad Patel
Taken during Raksha Bandhan last year. Raksha Bandhan is an Indian festival which celebrates the relationship between Brothers and Sisters. The central ceremony involves the tying of a rakhi (sacred thread showed in the picture) by a sister…
At 5 Km/H, by Mercedes NoriegaThe Grit of Stilled Time
The smell of dry iron and sun-baked dust always brings me back to the edge of a track that leads nowhere. It is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, metallic and sharp, like the taste of a copper coin held under the tongue. I remember…