The Roughness of Being
The smell of dry earth and sun-baked metal clings to my skin, a scent that speaks of long afternoons spent waiting for nothing in particular. I remember the feeling of a coarse, calloused palm pressing against my own—not a soft touch, but…
Waiting for You…, by Biplab Arahan MajumderThe Weight of a Quiet Hour
I spent this morning watching the front gate from my kitchen window. I was waiting for a package that was supposed to arrive yesterday, and every time a car slowed down on the street, I felt a little jolt of anticipation. It is a strange thing,…
Sweetness of the Blissful Waiting
There is a famous quote: “There is never a night that could defeat the sunrise”. In my darkest of nights, I often think about this and wait alone for the morning to surface. Each time the sun greets me with new joy and hope to live and carry…