The Weight of Silence
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. It was a small, rhythmic drip that had been driving me crazy for days. I kept turning the wrench, frustrated by the stubborn metal, until I finally stopped. I just stood there…
Working Class Hero by Kaibalya DeyThe Unseen Current
The city hums. It is a vibration in the soles of the feet, a low frequency of wires and stone. We walk beneath the web of lines, rarely looking up. We take the light for granted. We take the warmth for granted.
There are hands that hold…
There Is No Limit
Sometimes I wonder if there is more to it, more beyond; or maybe it is just this that I have now and have to conform with it. However, I really can get enough. I have to keep trying to reach the limit; but really! Is there a limit? I want to believe there isn't, that way I can keep trying and reaching for more and more, and be like the bird that flies high in the sky and travel the world.