Revolution, as Shirley knew deeply, began at home. She knew that the initial spark of rebellion is expressed against the very institution that first teaches your rights. She could not comprehend her parents behavior. They had always told her to follow her heart, do what she loved and when she opted for the political science at Presidency, they chided … Continue reading Assimilation


Walking Back Home

There he was, waiting for her at the bus stop, with a reassuring smile on his face, wearing his white Nike sneakers and wielding the polished black walking stick. For Anwesha, her grandfather or Ajoba as she called him, was the only one who could answer all her questions eagerly. The others never understood or … Continue reading Walking Back Home