The Hidden World Within
I was kneeling in my garden this morning, trying to pull a stubborn weed from between the pavers, when I stopped. I had been so focused on the task—on clearing the space and making things look tidy—that I hadn't noticed the tiny, vibrant…
The Archive of Skin
We are all cartographers of our own survival, mapping the terrain of our lives onto the surface of our skin. Every furrow is a riverbed where a worry once ran; every crease is a path carved by a laughter that refused to be silenced. We tend…
Time is An Empty Road by Doyeedt Annahaal
I have taken this photo near a village to my city. I often used to go there for a calm and peaceful time. And there was this half done bridge where I found the old man. He was coming towards me from the opposite direction and the whole situation…