View From The Top Of The Tank

Dear Diary, What a mess the last three days have been. I fought with Ashok, Arief and Nidhi a number of times. We never seemed to ...

There was a gentle tap on my hotel room door. I'd bathed, dressed and packed. Our holiday was finally over and we were checking out ...

"Are you moving out of Pretty Villa Hotel, Arief?" I asked absently. Genie, Roma, Arief and I had gone to three tatty-looking...

I watched Roma's children run ahead in the small tree-lined lane in Lonavala. Roma was some way ahead, walking and talking with G...