The Inner Shadow by Tanmoy Saha
Shadows can portray the shape of an object, but when the object is a human being, it might portray an inner thought of that person. Through my lens, I could see the dependency of a person on the wheels of his rickshaw, to earn his mere survival.…
The Quiet Inheritance
I spent this morning trying to fix a broken ceramic pot in my kitchen. My hands were shaking a little, and I kept worrying about whether the glue would hold or if the cracks would always show. It felt like such a fragile task. Then, I looked…
The Grit of Unfinished Games
The smell of damp earth after a sudden downpour always brings me back to the feeling of cool, thick mud squelching between my toes. It is a heavy, grounding sensation, the kind that anchors you to the ground while your heart is busy racing…