The monsoon is almost done. Three months of erratic exercise, soul food, mildew and magical skyscapes. On Marine Drive, the

There’s a new posse in town and trouble is a-brewing. They call themselves the Bandits, they’re young, fearless and ready

My balcony is filled with citrus plants. Too many, my once in three months gardener darkly mutters. Pomelos, limes, sweet

I wrote this piece on 2 July 2019. Today, i read an article on the same theme and thought this

A while ago, I got well and truly hammered one night. Emotions were running high, I felt on the edge

I wish I were a disciplined cook, or unimaginative or even both. I’d have a timetable on my fridge door

May I strive to hear the litany in your head. Though it may be hidden in a smile or a

The air conditioning can’t keep up with the humidity and the crowded lobby. The faces are familiar yet not the

My first attempt at marching for a cause ended in ignominious defeat and disaster. It was the Eighties, AIDS was

Young laughing faces. A guitar playing. Voices singing. These are early memories of open house at my childhood home. My