bhaskar saikia

the Galactic Nomad


Warrior

  • Dust, Blood and the Motherland

    Out in the desolate stretch where sand meets sky and silence is broken only by the crack of guns, a soldier runs—not away from death, but straight into its path. Bullets tear through the air like angry whispers, each one a sentence waiting to be written on his skin. But he does not falter. Ahead Continue reading