There’s something magical about a bazaar. It’s always abuzz with lively sights, sounds and smells, she observes nonchalantly. Listlessly, she buys some things and rushes

I appear relaxed, but inside I’m all nerves as I walk out the door. Without looking back, I then break into a run. A hand

For a long time, she tosses and turns, the creak of bed springs giving her company in the silence of the night. Her thoughts race

Ordinary people believe only in the possible. Extraordinary people visualize not what is possible or probable, but rather what’s impossible. And by visualizing the impossible,

A job’s what you do, when you’re told what to do. Your art is what you do, when no one can tell you how to

There’s something comforting about strangers in a train. You can talk to them for hours, share your deepest secrets and still not know their names.

Our mother’s home was a hospital room. Her chronic illness and failing memory made us take that hard step. The last few months saw us

It was at that moment, when he closed his eyes, a realization, that was unknown until this time, dawned at him. And that made him