The Weight of Stillness
The smell of sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of a porch floor beneath my bare heels. It is a dry, rough heat that radiates upward, grounding the body when the mind wants to drift. There is a specific rhythm to waiting,…
Parted Ways, by Sukesh KumarThe Iron Choice
We are taught that paths are meant to be walked. We look at the ground, measuring the distance between our feet and the horizon, believing that the direction is ours to choose. But the steel does not bend for the traveler. It is laid down by…
Childhood Days by Hirak Ghosh
This photograph "Childhood Days" was taken at a nearby village from where i live.It was a warm day, i was traveling with my camera.Suddenly i saw this beautiful frame & thought it worth capturing.This photo shows the problem of child labour.They…