The Clay Child by Lavi Dhurve
Before the arrival of the rainy season in our village, the house is repaired properly in the summer season. So that the roof of the house does not drip in the rain, the walls do not fall, the land of the house is covered with mud, because most of the houses are made of mud. This child, stained with the same wet clay, was swinging in a swing inserted outside his house, which I have captured in my picture and whose name is Saurabh, who will be just 3 to 4 years old.
Ten Innocent Compartments by Somnath ChakrabortyTen Innocent Compartments by Somnath Chakraborty
Really it’s a story for me. A sublime poetic vision I ever got. It was a click that I steal in course of returning from Gourdwaho after a daylong exhaustive searching for new one. Ya, “Ten Innocent Compartments” who are not acquainted with the new gaming ideas, but they turned my frame into Painting. You know, while I was shooting this frame I was still listening their voice actually pretending to release whistle and that that sound “Kuuuuuuuu Jhick Jhick” and so on. Though I know that how far I am concerned and I have been attached with perfection and authenticity of this frame, but I really wanted to share the series of innocence once I have been luckily gifted.
Take the Derivative of Red by Sharon Lai
My concentration seemed to fade as my mind wandered from calculus. I pulled my headphones off my ears and tossed them on my workbook. Music seemed to keep me entertained while taking the derivative of useless functions over and over again. Captivated…