The Grit of Bare Feet
The smell of sun-baked earth always brings me back to the feeling of dry dust between my toes. It is a coarse, grounding sensation, the kind that reminds you that you are tethered to the ground, not floating above it. I remember the taste of…
Colors of Life by Kamalesh Das
I took this shot in Rasmela, a local fair of my city. There are various kinds of grooming or dressing accessories sold in different shops mainly for women. This is a bangle shop where different colors of bangles are displayed. Those colors really…
The Dust of Ancient Paths
The smell of dry earth after a long drought is a scent that clings to the back of the throat, metallic and sharp. It is the smell of survival. I remember the feeling of coarse wool against my palms, the way the fibers prickle and itch, a reminder…