Scratchy carpet rubbed my cheek. A tiny pat, pat, pat noise came from just in front of me. I opened my eyes cautiously and focused on a spot a few inches in front of my face. Drips of blood hit … Continue reading →
Nothing ever changes. Father’s big burgundy cushioned chair, his favourite, is in the same place against the wall, situated on a bird-floral sisal rug. I remember how father used to say, “It’s not that you are what you eat. It’s … Continue reading →