THOSE BLACK TRUNKS OF MEMORIES

This is the place where I stop for a breather. That jackass sena-pati and his other sainik friends charged and shouted till I had to run for...

A friend’s girlfriend gifted him Haruki Murakami’s ‘The Elephant Vanishes’. What was she thinking? Maybe she did not mean to do ‘the act’ at...

An early morning flight more often than not implies a round-about mid-night wake-up alarm. And the company driver was stricter than one woul...

This entry in gone by Dickenson-Austen era may have been titled with use of word vanity or pride or any other near synonym. But I will just ...

Baki/Baku, It’s been a while we had a chat. Been rather inconsistent with writing. I have my reasons (excuses). Few weeks ago the company ma...

It was over a casual conversation while sipping a drink at Fashion Café (Baku city center) that plans were made for a weekend trip to mud vo...

It is early February and after looking around ten apartments in two days, apartment number 3 on the list is picked as a suitable abode for t...