When one is born and bred into the thick hands of abject penury, we often call it fate but when one decides not to abscond from those hands which sting more than a thousand bees feeding on their prey, we call it misfortune. Read the rest of this entry »
Goke responded the knock after the third time. He began reminiscing to know if any of his girlfriends had mentioned visiting him.
“I have no appointment with anyone today.” He said. He rose up from the white plastic chair in his one room apartment and raced to open the door. Read the rest of this entry »