Comhroinn Fuaime

What if you were in the subcontinent during British Empire rule. You stop at a notice board, reading unfamiliar orders in a foreign language, realizing the rules of your land are no longer yours. You sit by a train window as it moves across vast fields, watching your homeland pass by—connected, yet quietly changed forever. You stand face-to-face with authority, your silence heavy, your presence questioned, feeling the weight of control without saying a word. You pause at night under a dim lanter