The Hum of Stillness
The smell of damp earth after a heavy rain always brings me back to the garden of my childhood. It is a thick, metallic scent, like wet iron and crushed mint leaves. If you press your palm against the rough, vein-heavy surface of a broad leaf,…
Allah hu Akbar, by Pharan TanveerThe Geometry of Silence
In the quiet hours before dawn, when the house is still and the dust motes hang suspended in the cooling air, I often think about the way we try to name the infinite. We use words like anchors, hoping they will hold us steady against the vastness…
Waiting for You…, by Biplab Arahan MajumderThe Anticipation
Waiting, yearning for your loved ones is the hardest of all. It seems like time freezes on those moments. The anticipation sometimes turns into frustration. Maybe for the grownups it became bearable. But still, don’t we feel the anguish?
Longing…