She sat by the hearth, stirring the wet charcoal, tears running down her chubby cheeks as she hummed rhythmically. She was a girl in pain, a girl without a mother. She turned left to look at the... Continue reading
”Mic check. One-two-three,” clears throat. “Good morning girls, welcome to Madame Cecilia’s Finishing School for Ladies.You are here because you were carefully selected after a rigorous process and…” I give a side glance to the empty chair... Continue reading
THE AFFAIR This was how it all started. On a windy night, we were having a dinner in my home when Dubem dropped his fork with a loud clang on his plate. Startled, I looked at him... Continue reading
I had finished from a conference and was leaving; I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on two participants asking what next after this whole “talk talk”. I have also had someone whom I sent a conference invite... Continue reading