Names, dates, and numbers, they never stick in my head. Feb 6, 1995 is an exception to the rule. It was the day that myRead More
When I started writing, I was distraught, livid. And as the year ended, it seemed to bring just more despair. 2014 was filled with manyRead More
They are burying you right now. You are no more. We are not there beside the multitude that must have gathered to say goodbye toRead More
There’s a woman I know, a widow. She was slapped by a male relative. They stopped her from lodging a complaint. She listened; they areRead More
I was good at compartmentalising, at breaking muddled up thoughts and packing them into little tiny square boxes. Boxes that I would shut and putRead More
Even when my marriage fell apart, I wanted my son to not lose his father. I always figured that parents do what is best forRead More
I sold out. I had to choose between justice and freedom. I chose freedom. You would think I would be elated. Absolutely ecstatic. To findRead More
It’s my last day at court or so I am made to believe. The deed is done and I have willingly put the albatross aroundRead More
