Holi Kids by Arif Hossain SayeedThe Mess We Keep
I spent this morning trying to scrub a stubborn blue stain off my kitchen floor. It was from a watercolor set I bought on a whim, thinking I might finally start painting again. As I scrubbed, I realized I didn't really mind the mess. It was…
Stands with Regal Poise by Saniar Rahman RahulThe Weight of a Watchful Eye
I keep a small, tarnished brass key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is heavy for its size, cold to the touch, and carries the faint, metallic scent of a time when locks were sturdy and secrets…
The Interaction by Aman Raj SharmaThe Quietude of the Mudflats
There is a particular kind of silence that only exists where the land decides to dissolve into the sea. I remember walking along the edge of a tidal basin in a coastal town, watching the way the silt held the imprint of every creature that…