WHEN I dance to the music of the wind, laugh from the joy that fills my heart, and smile because

AN October day in the countryside, warm and tranquil, the streets bordered by modest houses in white with different coloured

SHE stood alone by the street corner, her short hair pulled down to shield as much of her face as

IT glided through the sky — the falcon, its long-spanned wings in smooth rhythm with the wind, its sharp eyes

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

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

ANIL closed the umbrella as the rain eased to a drizzle, standing in wet conditions at the car park, sourcing

“I did that?” “Yep,” he said with a little smile. She still had that stunned look, not quite believing what

AMAR stood at the back of his dark blue Mitsubishi as it was driven, surveying the large expanse of his