“You, me, and a cup of coffee,” he said. “I don’t like to share,” I asserted. “What?” he looked confused. “You said a cup of coffee which implies that we will be drinking out of one cup. I like my coffee in a particular way and I don’t like to share,” I tried to explain.…… Continue reading December is a revolutionary month: an incomplete story.
Suddenly, I found myself running under roaring grey clouds threatening to explode over my head. No umbrella, no sheltered sidewalks and closed coffee shops. I was only shielded by the thin jacket on my back and black ankle boots. I remember increasing my walking pace gradually because I was late for something. Late for meeting…… Continue reading Dream chronicles – first of many
“Don’t tell anyone I’m here” She visited me on a cold winter night and I was worried she had walked all the way from heaven. I asked her if she had trouble reaching me and she said she never did. We sat in my bed and whispered our latest secrets to each…… Continue reading The most bitter kind of tea: reality.