Grief is like an uncut diamond. Each side when polished reveals the beauty inside. Each facet, once sharpened, displays the shimmering strength of what eventually emerges as the honed stone – atoms pushed together through the build up of...

I exult in the fact I can see everywhere with a flexible eye; the very notion of home is foreign to me, as the state of foreignness is the closest thing I know to home. Pico Iyer Living in Dubai,...

In a gentle curve down the right of the road of my childhood home is a sectioned off piece of dense forest dropping off onto thick soft sand. The sea begins there, or anywhere, even here where I stand, nearly...