Mayor of Casterbridge ;Taxi Tales

I have to assume that there’s an evolutionary advantage to having a brain which keenly remembers the bourbon-soaked magic carpet ride, but not its puke-on-the shoes, please help me God aftermath. The same holds for romantic relationships. The dreamy, eye-gazing moment of transcendent intimacy is recalled with perfect clarity, while the sleepless nights on aContinue reading “Mayor of Casterbridge ;Taxi Tales”

The art of Reading

I have read books and nothing beats,”The open veins of Latin America”. That’s the kind of book you want to sit crosslegged, grab a coffee and dive inside, you want to open the author’s head and marvel at the creativity. It started with a chat I had with a teacher in Secondary School. After oneContinue reading “The art of Reading”

The day I met her

So as a matter of principle, I find it nauseating to ask for a WhatsApp number from a lady I just met and we have kicked off a conversation. Nothing is attractive to me than a lady who reads and is into books. I’m not into slayers because there’s nothing else to talk about (pillowContinue reading “The day I met her”