Chapter 33 by Ismawan IsmailInner Serenity!
This divine photograph by Ismawan Ismail has taken me to another aspect of life; it’s not just someone reciting, it’s the book that he’s reciting! To some it’s just an ancient book with an even ancient language, but for those who understand…
The Silt Between Our Toes
The smell of wet earth always brings me back to the riverbank, that thick, metallic scent of mud that clings to the skin long after the water has receded. I remember the feeling of cold silt squelching between my toes, a soft, gritty embrace…
The Silence of Snow
I woke up this morning to a house that felt unusually heavy. The radiator was hissing, but outside, the world seemed to have held its breath. I spent ten minutes just staring at the frost patterns on the glass, tracing the lines with my finger.…