I couldn’t keep still while I was writing chapter six of my manuscript because I kept thinking about a crucial time in ShanayaZalam’s life where she almost lost her soul. I needed to pay her one last visit to reflect on how I dodged that major blow. I left my apartment and headed for …
The Dreadful 21 I stood in front of my old home in Harlem and just stared at the orange bricks and burnt orange door with a gold knocker attached. I shook my head and smirked as I felt the relief and happiness of being far away from this place. It is such a nice home …
Living With The Disguised I nearly knocked over the Indian saint statue that I used to worship and pray to for protection that was sitting beside the door of ShanayaZalam’s room as I entered with utmost eagerness to receive a glimpse from my past. I caught it before it dropped; looked at it and said …
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