The Architecture of Silence
There is a language spoken only when the world holds its breath, a vocabulary of frost and suspended motion. We spend our lives rushing toward the heat, fearing the stillness that arrives when the pulse of the earth slows to a rhythmic, icy…
The Paperboy by Shahnaz Parvin
This photograph was taken from Kamlapur railway station when this paperboy was with his customer. Most of paperboys at the railway station do their job on behalf of some newsstands. They came from several area, mostly outside of the capital…
The Salt and the Sun
The taste of a summer afternoon is always a little bit like dust and dried grass. It settles on the back of the throat, a gritty, warm reminder of running until your lungs burn and your skin feels tight from the salt of your own sweat. I remember…