Like the Earth, Like the Sun

That December morning in Auckland was brighter than usual. The sun peeped in through the French windowpane and spread across the paraphernalia lying on the table. The cards and envelopes were finely measured for dimensions, cut out from scented lilac and white paper and were basking in the glory of the summer sun. The golden… Continue reading Like the Earth, Like the Sun

Narcopolis

S had said, ‘In the end you will become an addict.’ Did I? Have I? Can I? Was I already? All questions seem to intersperse into one another and wander into the apartment at S.Terrace road – across seven seas where S holds it, turns its folios and gets soaked into it –this opium called… Continue reading Narcopolis