The Slow Reader by Anish Kharkar
The cyclonic weather of Mauritius often brought a swarm of snails into the house. I found this little one on my university notes, making his way along the text as if he was reading them. A wireless triggered flash was used so as to bring out…
The Hum of Frozen Air
The air in mid-winter has a sharp, metallic tang, like pressing a copper coin against the roof of your mouth. It is a dry, biting cold that settles deep into the marrow, turning the breath into a ghost that lingers for a heartbeat before vanishing.…
Boy in Rickshaw, by Jan Møller HansenJust a Smile that Counts
Amidst of all the sorrows and the sufferings of this world, why are we still living our life and hoping for the best? What is it that counts at the end of the day? Is it the material comfort that we all crave for? No, definitely it’s not.…