From Graveyard to Playland by Aakash GulzarThe Soil Beneath Our Feet
When I was seven, my cousin Tunde and I spent an entire Saturday digging in the corner of my grandmother’s garden. We were convinced that if we went deep enough, we would find the roots of the world. We hit old bricks, rusted metal, and once,…
Lesser Adjutant in the Sundarbans by Saniar Rahman RahulStanding in the Quiet
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. I am not a handy person, and after twenty minutes of twisting wrenches and getting nowhere, I just sat down on the floor. The house was completely silent. It is strange how we…
Love's Dawn by Anastasia MarkusThe Morning of the Soul
Seneca once remarked that every new day is a life in miniature, a small span of time that begins with the rising sun and ends with the quietude of sleep. We often treat our commitments as heavy, static things, forgetting that they are, in truth,…