Category: Festival Of Words

“The Castel Sant’ Angelo. Translated to English, it means the Castle of the Holy Angel. Commissioned by the great roman Emperor Hadrian …” Standing to the far end of the

It’s almost time. Any day now. I think I am ready, R. I think after months of denial, grieving, anger and helplessness I am finally at the stage of acceptance.

“How could you, Ashish? One thing I ask you to do, one thing and you lose him!” “Come on Maya, stop being so dramatic. He’s not a baby. He’s thirteen.

“Tell me your dreams, Marco. What do you see, mi hijo? Where do you want to go? What do you want to do?” She asked, dusting off the caked dried

So, this is where it all ends; where I am supposed to let you go; where WE are supposed to let you go. But it seems like just another day.