The Architecture of Small Worlds
Childhood is a kingdom built on the floorboards of the present, a geography where a scrap of cloth becomes a velvet gown and a chipped stone serves as a feast. We begin our lives as architects of the imaginary, constructing sturdy shelters…
The Weight of Stillness
The smell of damp earth after a sudden monsoon rain always brings me back to the feeling of being small, tucked away in a corner where the air is thick with humidity and the scent of overripe fruit. It is a heavy, velvet sort of silence, the…
The Weight of Between
Why do we feel most ourselves when we are waiting for something that may never arrive? We spend our lives in the transit of existence, caught in the friction between where we have been and the unknown destination that pulls us forward. There…