The Weight of Distance
The tide leaves behind what it no longer needs. We walk the edge of the land, watching the water pull away, taking the warmth with it. There is a specific loneliness in the sand when the sun is low and the shadows stretch longer than the objects…
Happy Faces by Tamal Debnath
It was taken at Falimari, a village situated between two rivers. Boats are the only medium of transportation to reach there. There are no secondary school for these little folks. Devoid of proper education, nutritious food, and roof, they are…
(c) Light & CompositionThe Weight of Sand
In the desert, time does not tick; it accumulates. We tend to think of history as a series of sharp, jagged events—wars, inventions, the sudden turning of a page—but in the vast, shifting dunes, history is merely the slow migration of grains.…