‘The present at this moment is laid out like a rebellious road, like the dreams of teenagers forever flowering in the driest of earth they can find. The sky is the constellation of hope, and I must get out of my colourless barn to experience its fullness. … It must have hurt but today is not the day my mind is experiencing physical pain.‘
Puberty, Honest Ulsterman
- The Outsider, The Patriot, June 2020.
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- The Delicate Struggle of Simply Existing, EconHistorienne, October 2021.
- The dream my father gave me, EconHistorienne, May, 2020.
- Grandma’s romance, The Indian Express, April 2007.