It wasn’t in the 8-4-4 curriculum, but any man knows this, primately; a man should always sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. Doesn’t matter what type of a man you are; you could have …
She made tea. We sat in the dining room. I could hear her husband on a Zoom call somewhere in a room down the corridor. He was speaking to white folk, from what I could hear. Everybody sounded so …
We are standing at the rooftop of the apartment he lives in in South B. He’s wearing bulbous track pants, a bottle of nearly finished wine in his hand. “It’s a panorama of inequality,” he says, “On this end,” …
There will be three long queues into heaven. The first will be for children and people who refuse to grow up. The second will be for adults and the third for companies. On that day – a clear day …
I like villains. Pariahs. Outlaws. They never experiment with hats, they wear the same hats. They ride horses (or drive old grey cars with faulty driver’s windows) in the gloom of darkness, fleeing another sunrise. They sit desolate in …
