The Salt of the Earth
The smell of dry, sun-baked stone always brings me back to the feeling of grit between my toes. It is a coarse, honest scent—the smell of earth that has been scorched by the day and is only now beginning to exhale. When I close my eyes, I…
Fiery Protest by Ashik Masud
We refused to leave the street and go home until our demand of capital punishment for war criminals are met. Took this photograph on yesterday evening, February 06, 2013, when thousands joined at Shahbag intersection in Dhaka, Bangladesh. It…
Mysterious Thoughts…
As she sits alone, in solitude pondering what it would be like to grow up, it dawns on her how delightful it would be to go to her best friend’s birthday party; mysterious thoughts from the mysterious mind of a child. However familiar or exciting…