Prologue – 32 years ago The bride looked beautiful that day. ‘Radiant’ was how she was described by all who witnessed her slow glide up the aisle on the arm of her proud father. The church was full, each person straining to catch a glimpse of her gown, the smile she wore, the look on […]
Literature is no one’s private ground: literature is common ground.
Let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves