For decades, people have told their stories in the most impactful ways. I remember swooning over some storytellers and sometimes, with some narratives, I found it so hard to connect. I chose this story because I wanted people to view the other side of David. David was almost like a vigilante, a person who saved … Continue reading Storytelling through my sketchbook: a critical view of David
Many months had passed by, I had started attending my classes by the river at the Southbank Center. When I moved to London, I was hoping I'd make new friends. Since I was studying education in arts and culture, I was amongst a class full of artistic, divergent thinkers. They loved going to the museums, … Continue reading Reminiscing my trip to Cambridge
It was a difficult afternoon; we were finally going to know. My father had procrastinated for almost ten years, only because the tumour was benign. My father's suspicion had led us to a tense afternoon. The preliminary tests showed traces of malign cancer. My father had no clue, and nobody told him. He was clueless … Continue reading A tense afternoon
