IT was a beautiful morning, the golden sunshine, the refreshing breeze and the songs of the kiskadee, on the Wisteria

IN a small settlement in the countryside, when it was the out-of-crop season for the sugar cane and there was

ANN-MARIE, a young native girl, stood at the bottom of the small waterfall, her arms out-stretched, her eyes closed as

NIGHT time – dark and mysterious, the soft whispering of the wind and sounds of the jungle; nature undisturbed. The

I CAME into this world one late night, on a grassy parapet in the glow of a street lamp, but

DALE held the ball between his fingers, the heat from the leather sending a burning sensation up his arm and

WHISPERS soft the wind through the tall grass and wild shrubs. For those who lay in eternal sleep, the silent

AMBER was passing her exams with ease and Anil not knowing her before that life-changing day saw a glimpse of

ANIL didn’t sleep well that night as he lay in bed thinking of Amber, seeing the pain and regret in

THE question hit Anil unexpectedly, and glancing at the girl on the bed, he replied hastily, “No-no, I’m jus de