MADHU stood on the Parika Wharf, looking across the mighty Essequibo River, the third largest in South America. A glint

THE little girl sat on the garden swing, her head bent, her hair falling loosely over her face. She sat

RICCARDO stared at the sketch pad in front of him, his mind blank, seeming lost in a desert place. He

“Sone ki thaali main jona parosa Are, sone ki thaali main jona parosa Haan, sone ki thaali main jona parosa

MEMORIES were like a trickle of blood from a thorn’s pick in her mind as she wrote in her journal.

A woman was crying. IT was a dark night in a small village, deep in the countryside, bordered on one

PART 4 – THE CONCLUSION A FEELING of gloom hung over the beautiful house as he rang the doorbell. The

PART III “THERE was something unique about you I liked,” she had told him softly and those words kept replaying

HIS father’s voice seemed to be coming from afar as he introduced his young bride. “Alvin, this is my wife,

“SUCH a long time, it has been,” Alvin mused as the plane started its descent at the Cheddi Jagan Airport