My dearest sweetheart,We probably haven’t met yet (or maybe we have), but I already have you in my mind’s eye. I already know the shape of your eyes; deep-set dark brown almond eyes that light up whenever you smile or laugh. Laugh, that laugh! Pearls of joy dropped down by…
The long dry untarred road, leads up to a cement-based incomplete bungalowA row of tables along the veranda, with plastic table covers of bougainvilleaUniformed men and women, each with a pair of ‘specs’ perched lightly on their nose ridgesPapers strewn left, right and center, and not a single computer in…