When he realised I was one of the students who were still confined to typewriters, he decided to spend weekends teaching me how to use computers properly to prevent me from destroying all the computers at the institute.
1. It’s midnight. I’m sitting on the veranda drinking cardamom coffee, trying hard not to call Chris. “Don’t call him and accuse him,” my therapist says. “That will only make things worse.” She suggests filling my mouth with water and keeping it there. “Bite your tongue if you feel you might say something that will …
