The decision, part closure, part catharsis, was my last resort. It was my concluding quest for some coherence in the narrative I called my life, a decision driven by consolation if not convenience. In that chain of compromises I retired myself from the conviction that every story had its moral, and incidentally, I retrieved the courage to bid my farewells.
Read MoreDo we live in a significantly different world after 2020? Or is it because the Karens’ tone-deafness is too hard to ignore? Is there a way at all to share culture and make it more accessible?
Read MoreFood for thought in the time of COVID-19.
Read MoreIn the most obscure of aftermaths we recognize change with a little reluctance and slowly we surrender to our previous obliviousness because everything starts to make sense in hindsight.
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