Photographs and text by SANGBIT SAMADDAR Alone in the walks of life,The lonely soul decidesNot to die, but to faceLife in all its hardshipsThe lonely soul wanders.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โAnto Thermadam โLonelyโ is perhaps the only adjective which can be drawn to this remote place, Takherghat, in the district…
There is an element of hope imbibed in wheels. As one of the greatest discoveries, wheels are essential to survive. Without wheels, life would be hardโ if not impossible. For a while, there were only wheels of terror moving in around the Valley. Slowly, to survive, wheels of the hapless and poor began to move…
I miss home. Every part of it. I wish I could go back. Why am I not going? Am I exiled? Or have I created exile in my mind? I really don’t know. The thought of going home makes me sick and the longing makes me hopeful. Do you know how it feels to be…