The Weight of Rising
We are taught that gravity is the only law that matters, that everything must eventually return to the earth, settling into the dust or the roots of trees. Yet, there are moments when the human spirit decides to negotiate with the sky. We gather…
The Sharp Sting of Summer
The first thing I remember is the sudden, electric prickle at the back of my jaw. It is the phantom sting of citrus, a bright, acidic ache that travels from the tongue straight to the base of the skull. My fingers recall the waxy, dimpled resistance…
An Outline of Face by Montasir Khandker
In one evening my six years old son was playing in his room, which was almost dark expect the light from an LED lantern on his table. When I entered in the room, the outline of his face drew my attention. I decided to capture the profile of…