The Hum of Velocity
The air tastes metallic, like a copper penny pressed against the tongue just before a thunderstorm breaks. I remember the sensation of standing on a wide, open field, the ground vibrating through the soles of my feet—a low, rhythmic thrumming…
The Weight of Silence
The night does not fall here; it settles, heavy and absolute, like a shroud over the frozen earth. We build monuments to reach upward, hoping to catch a sliver of something that does not belong to the dark. We carve stone and glass, believing…
I Am Going Home by Hirak Ghosh
This photograph was taken at my village, where I use to live. It was a breezy afternoon, i was roaming around with my camera and then suddenly i saw this scene. This boy was singing in his own mind & was going back home with the herd of…