The Weight of Stillness
There is a particular kind of noise that defines our time. It is the sound of people wanting, of hands reaching out for what is not theirs, of voices raised to fill the empty spaces. We are taught that to exist is to be heard, to be seen, to…
Cosmos Blossom by Tathagata Das
This photograph is clicked in the Horticulture Garden In Kolkata during their Annual Flower Show. This photo is clicked on a normal digital camera and the timing is during afternoon. This flower show is one of the biggest flower show of India.…
The Attraction of the Forbidden, by Stefan ThallnerThe Weight of the Threshold
In the quiet corners of old houses, there is often a door that remains stubbornly shut. We grow up learning the geography of our own lives, mapping the rooms where we are permitted to linger and those where we are not. There is a peculiar,…