Today, as I think of my professor and his love for pickles and pepper, a question comes to my mind, “Did my professor eat only pickles and pepper?”
My daughter who lives in Manhattan, New York, spoke to me the other day, “Dad, I wish I hadn’t shifted from my previous flat next to Central Park!
I wonder, though, what Brathwaite thought as he looked at the scoreboard and saw he had to hit nineteen runs to win.
In my mind, even today, there is no ferocious, powerful, robust beast like the steam engine of yesterday.
Two years ago, a new dog, with long pointed ears, entered the colony I live in. Nobody wanted the new stray to stay in the premises.