(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Quietude of Veins
There is a specific, hushed quality to the light that filters through dense foliage just before the heat of the day takes hold. It is a filtered, green-tinged clarity, the kind that forces you to slow your breathing and look closer at the architecture…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of a Whisper
The smell of damp earth after a sudden monsoon rain always brings me back to the feeling of hiding behind my mother’s silk sari. It was a rough, woven texture against my cheek, smelling faintly of sandalwood and the metallic tang of a coming…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Map of What Remains
It is 3:15 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am looking at the lines on my own palms, wondering if they are becoming deeper or just more tired. We spend our youth trying to smooth out the surface, terrified of the marks that experience…