Her Smile by Arif Hossain SayeedThe Quiet Center
Seneca once observed that the mind, when it is truly at peace, is like a deep sea that remains undisturbed even when the surface is whipped into a frenzy by the winds. We often mistake the noise of the world for the substance of life, believing…
Her Smile by Arif Hossain SayeedThe Quiet After the Gale
There is a specific stillness that follows a heavy, humid storm, when the air is scrubbed clean and the light loses its frantic, midday edge. It is a moment of suspension, where the atmosphere seems to hold its breath, waiting for the next…
Art or Breakfast in Paris by Nicole GilmerThe Residue of Morning
I keep a small, chipped ceramic saucer in the back of my cupboard, a remnant of a set that no longer exists. It is stained with the faint, dark rings of coffee consumed years ago, a ghost of a morning ritual that has long since dissolved into…