The Weight of Stillness
I spent this morning trying to fix a wobbly chair in the kitchen. I kept tightening the screws, but the wood just seemed tired, as if it had forgotten how to hold itself together. I eventually gave up and sat on the floor instead, leaning my…
The Weight of a Memory
We carry our history in the lines of the face. It is a map drawn in silence, etched by years of sun and the long, slow accumulation of days. Sometimes, a person will look at you and you see not the individual, but the entire weight of what…
Spirited Bangladesh by Shahnaz Parvin
The photograph was taken at the Ekushey Book Fair of 2013, the month long festival of February where Bangladesh celebrates its Mother Language Movement of 1952, inspired by which the International Mother Language Day is observed all over the…