Tomorrow’s a new day.

This one is for new beginnings. Join me as I go through my journey so far and how it has shaped me. If you read this on 31-1/12/2018, which is when this post was written, Happy new year. It goes something like this - "Before I tell you all about my journey, you should know that I am not the son of an army officer who has to wear uniforms and smell like good-byes..."

Let’s stay sober tonight.

Abu was a storyteller by day and an alcoholic by night. Every day, till seven in the evening, he took money from kids and told them stories of black moons and flying swans. At night, after the last story, he would drink for hours. That's when and how he came up with his stories. He was twenty-two...