The Weight of What Falls
I was walking through the park this morning when I stopped to pick up a single, bruised apple from the grass. It felt heavy and cold in my palm, a small, forgotten thing that had simply let go of the branch when its time came. We spend so much…
Fried Red Chili by Imran Choudhury
14th April was the Bengali new year. It is our tradition to eat watery rice, different kind mashed potato, fish, vegetable or any other food item with fried- dried red chili with salt. These chilies ware looking gorgeous in the white plate and…
The Weight of a Sound
We often forget that language is not merely a tool for trade or a vessel for instruction. It is, at its core, a physical inheritance—a collection of shapes that carry the breath of our ancestors. To speak is to participate in a lineage that…