karan Kashyap

Against the sun-bleached brick of Musa Bagh, Maniza and Swati find each other the way they always do — without announcement, without permission. Swati's arms come around from behind, her face tucked close, and Maniza leans into it with a smile that has nothing to prove. It is a small moment, the kind that happens between people who are completely comfortable in each other's presence. But it is also something more than that. The world they move through daily is one that routinely looks past them,