The Look by Nirupam Roy
It was that place where we used to go for the Kingfisher photo shoot. The place was discovered after many explorations on that location. That day we were observing the movement of this little yet beautiful bird, and then from our hiding place…
The Cold Breath of Silence
The air at high altitude has a specific, metallic bite; it tastes like iron and ancient, frozen dust. When you stand in the absolute dark, the silence is not empty. It is a physical weight that presses against your eardrums, a thick, velvet…
The Weight of the Breath
There is a moment before the scream, or the song, or the hunger. It is the moment when the jaw unhinges and the throat opens to the air. We spend our lives trying to keep our mouths shut, to hold the interior world inside, to keep the heat…