Author: Muhammad Tuhin

There’s a war happening beneath the glow of our screens, a silent and invisible war that bleeds into the moments…

Somewhere above us—not quite in the sky, yet not entirely on the ground—an invisible ocean churns, rippling with data, pulsing…

In the pre-dawn stillness of a London street, a thin fog drifts around wrought-iron lampposts, softening the orange glow of…

At 2:36 a.m., Emma stares at her phone, thumb flicking upward in an endless scroll. Her eyes burn, dry and…

Some revolutions arrive with the crack of gunshots. Others arrive quietly, beamed invisibly through the air. Ours is the latter.…

It’s 2:38 a.m. and your eyes are glued to your phone’s cold, glowing glass. The blue light flickers across your…

In the glow of a thousand screens, beneath the hush of late-night scrolling, your secrets travel at the speed of…

In the glow of midnight screens, we wait. The little spinning wheel churns on our laptops. The progress bar creeps…

It’s late at night. You’re scrolling through Instagram, eyes heavy, brain buzzing. One thumb flick, and suddenly a reel appears:…

In a quiet radiology suite at the Mayo Clinic, the hum of machines merges with the soft rustle of white…

In a quiet office in San Francisco, sunlight streams through half-closed blinds, slanting onto an engineer’s cluttered desk where empty…

Late one night in November 2022, the internet trembled under the weight of a million curious fingers typing questions into…

In the small hours before dawn, a woman in California lies awake, her eyes glinting in the glow of her…

Imagine standing in a gallery. The canvas before you explodes with color—vivid swirls that dance across the surface, evoking a…

In a quiet corner of a Princeton office in the mid-20th century, a man named Alan Turing leaned over his…

In the dark hush of an editing suite in Los Angeles, a young video creator watches a digital face slide…