Eulogy for a friend

A week ago, I took the two potted plants I had in my room to the hill overlooking the bay. I climbed as high up as my weary legs would take me and with my bare hands, dug four holes. Silently, almost reverently, I transplanted the plants and wished with all my heart that they…

Study in love, hurt and anger

It is hard to choose love sometimes. There are moments- like when you’re having dinner alone with your young sister in an Italian restaurant in Prague while your mum is in a hospital room- when choosing love is easy. Saying, ‘I’m here for you’ and ‘you are not alone’ and ‘finish your soup, love’; that’s…