“Do you like me?”, he asked. I nodded no quietly. “Why? Is it because I’m black! You are a racist.”, he grunted loudly. As I was waiting for the matatu to arrive a man who was chewing Mira and smelt like alcohol wore torn dark brown clothes accused me of being a racist while I … [Read more...] about WHAT A FOREIGNER COULD DO….
Non-Fiction
Kitchen Talks
I was back here, to my birthplace, after 6 years. The smell of that spicy street food, stray dogs and kids wearing their torn clothes wandering around the streets asking for food or money, the Porsche area for rich, the sea is called, ‘Necklace of Mumbai’, the developed bridges … [Read more...] about Kitchen Talks
The Assignment
You have been trying to fight corruption in all small possible ways you know. First, it was denying your seven-year-old brother the privilege of holding the new fifty shilling note when you sent him to the shop. He had developed a symptom of keeping the change for himself and you … [Read more...] about The Assignment
Client 7
This letter is for you, Eddy. When I received a call from my guardian that she would be cutting some of my expenses, I was devastated. It felt like someone chopped off my manhood, and I had no way of ‘multiplying and filling the good world.’ So, in that state of mind, I set … [Read more...] about Client 7
Muskaan = Smile
Since I can’t attend my own funeral or maybe I can just be like Augustus Walter, but with a twist. Write my own honest eulogy or maybe in simple terms a short autobiography. It’s been quite an intense week for me. So, tonight I decided to go freestyle and honesty mode on. Tell … [Read more...] about Muskaan = Smile