The Mirror of the Unspoken
In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still settling into its bones, I often find myself staring at the surface of a glass of water. It is a simple thing, yet it holds the entire room within its rim—the ceiling, the window,…
The Geometry of Silence
We often mistake stillness for an absence, a hollow space where nothing happens. But silence is not empty; it is a heavy, velvet cloak that gathers the dust of our thoughts. When the mind is tired of tracing the same rigid lines, when the ink…
Young Monks by Magda Biskup
Every day at 6.30am all monks in the beautiful Tiksay monastery in Indian province of Ladakh meet for morning prayer. They sit together for about an hour chanting prayers. The job of the youngest monks is to serve tea and some basic breakfast,…