The Weight of a Breath
There is a stillness that precedes the thaw. It is not the absence of movement, but the holding of it. In the deepest part of the winter, when the frost has sealed the windows and the breath hangs in the air like a ghost, we wait. We wait for…
Strangers in the Crowd
I was waiting for the subway this morning, watching the sea of people move toward the platform. Everyone had their heads down, eyes glued to screens or lost in the rhythm of their own footsteps. It is strange how we can be pressed shoulder-to-shoulder…
Long Way to Go by Abhishek Dutta
A Beautiful evening captured from Araku hill, Andra Pradesh. It is one of the least spoiled and less commercialized tourist destinations in South India. This beautiful valley in the Eastern Ghats is inhabited by different tribes.
Award…