“You’re overthinking it.” I glance at Ayesha on the video call, curled up on her bed, making cute faces at me. It had been two whole days and I still hadn’t heard back from a popular writing platform. This could only mean rejection with a capital R. “They said they woul Read More...
I followed Rupsha, as she expertly navigated her way through the nooks and crannies of the historic College Street, the largest secondhand book market in the world. The mile-long avenue was dotted with hundreds of bookstores, big and small. A smell of new books, dreams, tea, mothballs and smoke hung Read More...
