The Weight of the Path
The morning does not ask for permission. It arrives in gray layers, stripping the world of its edges until only the movement remains. We walk because we must. We walk because the earth beneath us is the only thing that does not shift when the…
Depicting Dream, by Debjani ChowdhuryDo You Have a Dream?
When we were kids, we all had dreams. Reality and rationality could not bind us. Through our dreamy little eyes we would dream of becoming anyone, going anywhere, doing anything. We could fly high, dance in the rhythm of life. However, in the…
The Silver Breath of Night
We spend our days chasing the sun, convinced that clarity only exists in the harsh glare of noon. But there is a different kind of truth that waits for the world to exhale. When the light softens into a silver ghost, the edges of things begin…