One Hundred Eleven

How do you know you are in love? A question that has troubled humanity from time immemorial. Every individual has a different answer to this question. All the songs develop a new meaning, the person you love start coming in your dreams, you start searching for that person in inconceivable places, et cetera, et cetera. … Continue reading One Hundred Eleven

The Spoils of War

“Medic.”   “Meddiiiiic.”   “MEDDDIIIIIICCC.”   I was shouting at the top of my lungs. But in all the clamour and din of the battle, in all the noise of the machine guns fire and the pounding of the mortar shells, in all the cries of pain and horror and death; my voice must not … Continue reading The Spoils of War