The Velvet Pulse of Morning
The air at dawn has a specific weight, a damp coolness that clings to the skin like a damp silk sheet. I remember the smell of crushed stems and wet earth, a green, bruised scent that rises when the world is still shaking off the night. There…
Alone… by Sagarika Roy
This Photo was taken at tamilnadu,India.One day walking through the hilly path I found one tree was standing alone.There was no such big tree nearby it.It reminded me the quote- when you are on top you may be alone or when you are alone the…
Depicting Dream, by Debjani ChowdhuryThe Architecture of a Breath
We are all born with a map of a house we have never visited, a blueprint drawn in the soft, unhurried ink of childhood. It is a place where the walls are made of light and the floors are paved with the quiet dust of afternoon dreams. As we…