The Iris Sellers

“And that’s how I keep them alive, beneath the oak trees, in the sweet limestone soils and this hot weather”, Fungi’s finger was held tightly by his grandson whom he brought to his workplace for the first time, “Phylloxera didn’t engulf them, and nor did the wars, they’re right here in front of you”, he … Continue reading The Iris Sellers

All’s well that ends well.

It was already ten minutes past two and I was still supposed to have lunch. Tearing half of the chapatti, I stuffed it with sabzi, then finally my mouth. Sitting on the outdoor staircase with one hand adjusting my feet in shoes such that it didn't need the laces to be untied and the other … Continue reading All’s well that ends well.