The Texture of First Breath
There is a specific dampness that clings to the air just before the sun fully wakes, a smell of wet reeds and cold, dark silt. It is a heavy, velvet scent that settles deep in the lungs, grounding the body in the slow, rhythmic pulse of the…
The Rough Skin of Time
The smell of damp earth after a long rain always brings me back to the garden of my childhood. It is a heavy, metallic scent, like wet iron mixed with the sweetness of decaying leaves. If I press my palm against the bark of an ancient tree,…
Uncommon Way by Nirupam Roy
The picture was taken on the way of my school with my new Nikon D7000. Every day on my way these beautiful yellow mustard flowers beckon me to take a snap of them. One day I saw the field is ventured by the herons, which was unusual because…