Still Waters

By: Janani A battered jeep drove down a lonely road through a stretch of barren land. It had a sturdy […]

From Platinum To Taupe

I do not know how it feels to be hungry, to not know where that little amount of money will trickle in from next. I know not how it is to live without the assurance of a roof over my head, a barrier to keep me warm on a cold night. What will I be willing to give up in the name of survival.