After ten days of sweet mental frustration, this is how it ends. The ocean wakes me up. The blue waters from India sweep the shores…
The beauty of Old Town is not just seen, it is felt. It seeps through from the cracks of the buildings centuries old. I have…
I have spent a lot of time dreading a day like this. A day when I do not have anything to report because everything went…
We are chasing sunsets with wet pants because Osborne decided to drag us into his madness. He made us go into the ocean so that…
I watch more films than I read books. That is something I probably should not say to a crowd of literatis if I still like…
Here is what I think. I think Osborne is suicidal. I think when he sets out to do photography, he knows there is a fat…
We had agreed that we would pick him up in the morning. We even shook hands like gentlemen. Except Fortune. He did not touch her.…