Category: Short Story

I’d catch any bus that starts with the number nine just to enjoy the city, traversing through the charm and crudeness from up and above. I find it to be one of the few effective ways to appreciate the concrete jungle. It gets too ugly being down and grounded. Crowded, polluted, expensive; angry, impatient, repressed.… Continue reading A Diaspora to Come

He was sitting at the front row on the minibus, eyes fixated on loading the machine gun, aiming at his targets at the wide desert. He was busy scrolling and tapping through a wide selection of outfits for his soldier as the coarse sound of the radio rings in my ears. National security day is… Continue reading Grow gently, dreamlessly