IN a vacant field not far from her home, where wildflowers bloomed, a young woman knelt down, her head bent,

THE drive from the airport, miles upon miles into the countryside past lush green landscapes, expansive rice fields and coconut,

WHEN there was innocence, happy times, and the embrace of her family, a poor country girl would walk to school

ALANA sat at the window of the children’s ward in the hospital and inhaled deeply the fresh morning air, humming

ONCE upon a time, fifty-nine years ago, we became masters of our own destinies in a land that was once

Her name is Sajanie. An old woman living her last days in a retirement home. For her, it was unexpected.

Madhu stopped in the middle of the cemetery, a bunch of carnations in her hands, her mind embracing the peaceful

SHE stood at the centre of the four-way street corner, a woman—fair and petite with dark-brown shoulder-length hair—and looked around.

THE pitter-patter of raindrops on the zinc roof and the steady droplets of water seeping through the holes, falling in

I AM a car – a new model Toyota Carina 212 – dark and shiny with glistening rims, bright lights