Let’s say you know a guy. This guy is young, he has to be, because there’s an age you reach and people can no longer refer to you as ‘guy’. He’s about 30 years old. A modern guy. By modern, I mean he drives a Subaru. No, scratch that, that’s too much of a cliché. He does own a car but it’s certainly not a Subaru and no, he doesn’t call it ‘my moti’. It’s …
Month: July 2020
I picture a man, he's not young by any account. His hair is a forest of grey, his back is bent from carrying the weight of responsibilities. He walks with a stick. He's learnt to talk less and listen more. He smiles more often, and when he does, the creases on his face become more apparent. …
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