The Geometry of Silence
In the quiet hours of the morning, when the house is still settling into its skin, I often find myself watching the way dust motes dance in a single shaft of light. It is a slow, rhythmic suspension, a reminder that even the smallest fragments…
Rhythm – The Dance of Life by Prasanta Singha
This shot was taken at Junput, East Midnapore, West Bengal, India. Generally I consider myself as a travel photographer. Loved to capture human emotions, their life sketch & their surroundings. This shot has been taken in the early morning…
The Weight of Silence
There is a specific temperature to silence, a coolness that settles against the skin like damp stone in a shaded courtyard. I remember the smell of incense clinging to the wool of a shawl, a heavy, resinous scent that seemed to slow the very…