The Velvet Underneath
The smell of damp earth after a sudden monsoon downpour always brings me back to the garden floor. If you press your cheek against the soil, you can feel the cool, gritty pulse of the world beneath your skin. There is a specific, waxy texture…
Laughter, the Art of Aging Gracefully by Vijayasri Sanjevi
This Photograph was taken at Kolkata,India in a narrow street lanes, where one can find peace in the faces of its people. This old woman had a long life, maybe a life which converge onto a common thread. She has reach the end of her life still…
The Weight of Woven Shadows
The smell of dry earth and sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of grit beneath my fingernails. It is a coarse, honest texture, the kind that clings to your skin long after the day has folded into evening. I remember the sensation…