Naipaul painted his books with words, rendering them unbelievably graphic, affording astonishing clarity. His simple and everyday words acquired unheard eloquence, unseen shades and...
Misty the eve was,
As you walked into the room,
They called you snowy wind,
But I called you friend.
Misted thy hands were,
As you touched my hands,
They...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...