Dubai Marina by Joy DasguptaThe City That Never Sleeps
I spent an hour tonight just watching the neighbor’s porch light flicker against the dark. It’s a strange, rhythmic pulse that makes the whole street feel like it’s breathing. We live in these boxes, stacked one on top of the other, each…
Iguana by Escael Arsenio Marrero AvilaThe Wisdom of Stillness
There is a rhythm to the wild that we often mistake for indifference. We move through the world with such urgency, our footsteps heavy and our intentions loud, that we fail to notice the ancient, quiet intelligence watching us from the periphery.…
Fishermans Son by Kazi Fazly RabbyThe Weight of the Current
I often find myself leaning against the iron railings of the bridges that cross the canals in the older parts of the city, watching the water carry away the day’s debris. There is a quiet gravity to the way people move near the water; it…