The Weight of the Ordinary
In the quiet corners of a city, time behaves differently. It does not march forward with the frantic pace of the main thoroughfares; instead, it pools in the shadows of old stone walls, gathering dust and memory like silt in a riverbed. We…
Life in Death
Death valley, isn’t it in the photo of Anindya Chakraborty? But, does it really look dead? Look at the sun rays and the open heart of the valley. As if, the golden sun is trying to prove his might by uncovering the heart of this death valley…
The Weight of Turning
The trees do not ask for permission to let go. They simply wait for the light to thin, for the air to sharpen its edge. There is a quiet violence in the way a season ends. It is not a collapse, but a slow, deliberate surrender. We spend our…