Move On

Samira recalls the scene vividly. She is sitting in a café. She checks her watch again, for the third time. Surely, they had agreed to meet today at 6pm

A plot of land and the dream of an organic farm awaits, if she does choose to return.

The need for a house of my own kept my heart yearning and I continued to exhort my husband at every opportunity.

He had not foreseen that his biggest assignment was at home. As a single parent with two talented but distraught kids he had a huge task on his hand.

She caught my attention the moment she entered the restaurant where I had gone to dine with a group of friends.

I am sneaking past my husband, who has fallen asleep on his favourite arm-chair while reading the Friday Magazine. He is home this Saturday and has almost foiled my plans to enrol for the training classes to get my driver’s…