I read Haroun and the Sea of Stories recently (the book however is 30 years old) and it smacks of right now even after all this time. The...

The road winds, dips, rises then curves once more. It’s the type of road that motorcyclists love as they lean and meld into its slope....

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On a wall, tucked in a corner, there is a poem entitled, A Man. It is primarily born from the sadness and mixed emotions of a daughter...

Mal d’Africa is an apt term that describes the strong feeling of nostalgia and desire to return to Africa once visited. I experienced...

We were completely surrounded. Bodies pressing into us, hands prying and violating; a crush of human flesh and bones. The ATM’s had been...