Leaving the Familiar
My home is ten thousand miles away or somewhere near ten thousand, where my green coffee mug hangs neatly in its place.
Read MoreMy home is ten thousand miles away or somewhere near ten thousand, where my green coffee mug hangs neatly in its place.
Read MoreNobody wanted the new stray to stay on the premises, and so all the watchmen were kept very busy chasing it out of the gates.
Read MoreI walked on ahead and soon found the culprit; a little auto-rickshaw that had gotten stuck in the middle of the road.
Read MoreAs I thought about those early days, sitting tired and worn on the beach, getting solace from the waves, I see another scene unfolding.
Read MoreGary Player was a great competitor in golf tournaments. People constantly said, “I’d give anything if I could hit a golf ball like you.”
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