Staircase, by Jon RendellThe Echo of Footsteps
The smell of damp stone always brings me back to the cellar of my childhood home, where the air felt thick, like wool pressed against the skin. There is a specific rhythm to climbing stairs that are not quite level—a slight hesitation in…
Early Shooter by Bappa Goswami
This photograph was taken in a place called Mandarmoni which is a sea beach in West Bengal and a very popular weekend destination. This picture was taken early in the morning from my hotel room balcony where I found a photo enthusiast taking…
The Geometry of Silence
In the quiet hours of the morning, I often find myself watching the way dust motes dance in a single shaft of light. They move without intention, drifting in patterns that seem chaotic until you look long enough to see the rhythm. There is…