A Circle of Ripples
We spend our lives building walls to keep the world predictable, yet the most beautiful things in human experience are fluid and unbound. Standing near the bank, the cool breeze carries the scent of wet silt and distant rain. There is a deep, abiding comfort in knowing that the tide will always come in, that the morning light will always break through the fog, and that the world continues to be larger and more forgiving than our smallest worries.
Shahnaz Parvin found the soul of the river in ‘The Midnight Fishermen of Meghna’. There is a reverence in this frame that stays with you long after you look away. Where does your mind wander when you see this?
