Life in Death
Death valley, isn’t it in the photo of Anindya Chakraborty? But, does it really look dead? Look at the sun rays and the open heart of the valley. As if, the golden sun is trying to prove his might by uncovering the heart of this death valley…
The Weight of Turning
The trees do not ask for permission to let go. They simply wait for the light to thin, for the air to sharpen its edge. There is a quiet violence in the way a season ends. It is not a collapse, but a slow, deliberate surrender. We spend our…
The Weight of Water
The river does not ask where it is going. It simply follows the path carved by the weight of its own history. We spend our lives trying to name the current, trying to map the bends, as if naming could stop the movement. But the water is indifferent…