Where do I hide? Where do I hide? Oh God! Why am I so big I cannot find a place to hide? I peek from
Six months into 2019 and I am no longer Anamika. I have got a different calling. This is not an alchemist kind of post. It
Yesterday, it was my birthday. It was the quietest birthday I have had in a while. No noise, all quiet. Being quiet is being me.
Blurb – There used to be an empty chair at the back of my class, but now a new boy called Ahmet is sitting in
It was half-term break last week meaning the customary visit to the Avenham Park had to be honoured by all means. The weather for most
In the last BookBytes post, I shared a paragraph from the book The Boy at the back of the class by Onjali Q. Rauf which spoke to
Linking this post with Wordless Wednesday hosted by Esha M Dutta and Natasha Sinha