The Architecture of the Unseen
We walk through the world with our heads held high, measuring life by the height of the trees and the breadth of the horizon, rarely considering the empires that thrive beneath our heavy tread. There is a vast, silent geography hidden in the…
Dancing in the Water by Saniar Rahman Rahul
If you go inland, in the maze of water ways of Bengal, where thousands of rivers are crisscrossed, one can encounter a very common scene, water buffaloes are bathing in its river banks. In summer that become frequent, as this animal love to…
Velvet Held in Breath
The air near the water always tastes of damp stone and the slow, sweet rot of fallen leaves. I remember pressing my face into the cool, waxy skin of a petal when I was small, the surface yielding like silk against my cheek. It is a strange,…