My (almost) Pen PalBack when WhatsApp was a faraway dream and friendship bloomed through postage stamps, I found a pen pal through a children’s magazine. I was 7 or 8, armed with big hopes and small handwriting. With help from my cousin—just a year older and a... See More »
I like to sometimes just see and hear what some things areTo see and hear how some things are discoursed about, and adding a time machine element to it makes it all the sweeter, from just a few years ago to decades ago. In subjects i'm very poor in, that I couldn't discourse properly myself, that I like... See More »
