The Potter and His Wheel by Shahnaz Parvin
Once upon a time pottery in Bangladesh was very much rich. Industrialization replaced that golden time. Even that some potters are found across the country busy with this profession. A potter’s wheel is used to make specific shape of the wedged…
The Memory of Tides
The earth has a way of breathing that we often mistake for silence. When the tide retreats, it leaves behind a map of where it has been—a calligraphy of salt and sand, a temporary script written by the moon’s heavy hand. We walk across…
Don’t Look at Me This Way by Shahnaz ParvinThe Breath of the Field
The smell of damp earth after a long day of sun is a heavy, sweet perfume that clings to the back of the throat. It is the scent of stalks being crushed, a dry, papery friction against the palms. When I close my eyes, I can still feel the coarse…