As I approached the entrance of the so-called guest house, the driveway presented itself in a self-determiningly subtle but conspicuous manner. There were two lines drawn parallelly on the reddish soil of the earth – the width of those two lines barely enough to fit the perimeter of car tyres, and the lines were made… Continue reading The French Food In Abidjan
It was good; the coffee was good – as usual. I love Costa coffee. Mashura knows. That is why she asked me to meet her at the Costa Coffee outlet in Dubai airport. I was transiting Dubai to go to Singapore. She was on her way home for her annual vacation. I looked at my… Continue reading The Unfinished Recipe
I thought I could cook any day for my living, but what was a discovery was that - for me to cook Yellow Tail fish, I would need someone experienced - either in my room or within my network.