An almost curly crop of hair, bent over his books is how I first met him. Because every time I turned around in my desk, […] Read More
Month: April 2019
One of my favourite photographs from my childhood is of me lounging in a chair and reading a book with a furrowed brow. Upon closer […] Read More
31 August 2013. It is past midnight and I am standing in front of a plain soft board, trailing my finger aimlessly on the rim […] Read More
3 April 2019 The story goes, that the first time we met, she was standing there, confident and eager to enter the building. And there […] Read More