It’s a well-worn archetype, that of the foreigner striding through busy city streets with a smartphone or an expensive-looking camera in hand, snapping a new…
“What’s it like? You know, being with him. Is it different?” Most of my friends are single. Most of them have asked me some version…
My eyes were still drowning in the short-term aftermath of separation as I got off the plane. He welcomed me with a smile and a…
