When love traveled through post offices and months of waiting, not through instant notifications

These are the handwritten letters my mother and father wrote to each other when my father was in the Indian Armed Forces. These letters were written in the Hindi language. At that time, the only way to communicate was through letters, which traveled through post offices. My mother told me she had to wait for months to receive a reply, and both of them eagerly waited for each other’s words. Later, I realized how time and technology have brought people closer virtually, but the emotions have faded. Nowadays, no one waits for someone’s message anymore, which shows how love between people has also faded. Along with these letters is a photograph of my father, my mother, and little me.

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Iman Taha
Istanbul
I was strolling through the Grand Bazaar on a warm summer day, when this man looked over at me, saw my camera, and said, "Take my photo. Make me famous." As someone who is at the beginning of her photography journey, my photographs don't reach that many people. This is my opportunity to make his…
ndinguMbasa
King William's Town
The image captures the generational tradition where the youth evolve into tenders of the land in honor of their ancestral roots. The innocence ephemeral, it ripens into the weight of duty.
James Schlett
Reston
Taken at a No Kings rally in March, against Donal trump, huge crowds all over the US in protect and estimate put the total number of participants over 8 million strong.  enough is Enough!!!!
Eliot Charof
Los Angeles
When I was a kid growing up in Massachusetts, we used to visit our grandparents in Los Angeles each summer. They would take us down to Muscle Beach in Venice to watch the bodybuilders and buy us Arnold Schwarzenegger t-shirts, making us feel like the strongest kids in the world. That memory always…