The Weight of the Path
We move through the world as if we are the only ones moving. We measure our days by the speed of our stride, the efficiency of our arrival. But there are others who measure the world by the distance between two points of contact, by the rhythm…
The Symbol of Love, by Subhashish Nag ChoudhuryBuilt to Last
I spent this morning trying to fix a small crack in my favorite ceramic mug. It felt silly, really. It’s just a cup, and it’s seen better days, but I couldn't bring myself to throw it away. There is something about things that have stood…
Innocence
Kids always capture your emotions, whether it's in their smile, their sadness, or their innocence. They are good at snagging our attention. What is it that gives us pause? Their innocence? Their simpless that we crave to have in this complex…