Corona Virus causes customers to stay away from the brothels. For a short time at least, girls are not raped every night.

When the storm comes Will you reject the rain If it falls not soft If it falls not tame When the wind blows And calls your name Will you...

Displacement is real. The state of the uprooted is a true predicament. It’s the scream in the night, “I’m here but I’m not home.”

I’ve been using every spare moment granted to me here in India to “batten down the hatches” and to prepare for an unknown future.

I am on a tightrope, holding in one hand my desire to win this case, and in the other, the knowledge that this may be our time to leave.

Today, if I am not given a stay order in the Madras High court, I will be deported.

The truth about living in suspension is that there is no new life I am adjusting to, no old life that I can guarantee.

Days dragged by, I stayed with kind friends and kept out of sight, warned by my lawyer and others to stay hidden.

The palace felt like a pause between my past and future, a memory of a forgotten time pressed against the windowpane of a modern landscape.

The outcome of this fight will have far reaching implications in our own lives as well as the lives of other foreigners in India.