“A woman walks in the depths of darkness, carrying the pain of history, and with every......

Early morning, my father went to the riversearching for shining stones in the water—memories of my......

Snow-white, thick-sliced,rimmed by a light crust of rainbow ripples—the lilting bread melts in his mouthlike a......

In the old days,every novel carried the same plots and characters—you could open any pageand read......

At what point did we replace books with screens? Sometimes, I question myself. A book face......

SilenceForgive me if so often to your silence,I know no reply but my own silence.I see......

Netting Neither love, nor hatred, only a colourless sadnesskeeps falling,crumbling,these days.Our faces look like other people,how......

on october 21st at around 1730,a bulldozer excavates dirt. anda migrating flock of herons-maybe-flock around it.......

Visual Narrative Rooftop Dragon Hoards An archive of Pakistani household rooftops and what accumulates upon them......