Mid-March in Egypt were the months of subtropical heat waves, shockingly humid afternoons and soulful melodies of the fly. Heat licked at our sunburned faces and coiled around our limbs like a great hot-blooded serpent. The ground smoldered and sent up a disorientating haze. Even the birds were silent, and the grass stood still as if too hot to move. My close friend, Dhananjay and I were sitting in front of the Saladin Citadel of Cairo, waiting for our cab. As usual, we were discussing philosophy, uncertainty and why we were single. Suddenly, a group of jovial Egyptian teenagers approached…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra