A YOUNG girl – her bare feet numb to the cold- stood on the steps of the temple with her

SUNSET – a conspiracy in the sky of burning red and tangerine glow, an eternal spectacle. On the edge of

UNDER the shade of a flamboyant tree in the neighbourhood park he sat, his pencil moving slowly, smoothly over the

DARKNESS on silent wings shrouded the small village, hush whispers and stealthy shadows crisscrossed the night for not everyone was

SHE found him one week later, after her funeral, at the Magistrate’s Court, knowing he would be there after hearing

SHE opened her eyes and gasped as though suddenly awakening from a deep slumber. It was dark and quiet, a

IT was a damp morning, and the little girl stood in the garden in the light rain, her face raised

AMBER stood in the light drizzle by the old white picket gate and looked across the lawn at the white

DIVYA’S fingers worked deftly on the bride’s face as she applied her makeup. Her years of experience as a makeup

I am a dog! Do dogs have dreams? Can we make a wish for when we are left on the