At the end of every funeral the seats are supposed to be empty but Ours did not turn out like that. The chair was older than all the members of the household. The arms of its dark mahogany were so polished

I have heard great rumours from the elders of old that if one is after the chair, he or she must be ready to leave his life for it. I have also heard from my colleagues that if I was really after the chair,

Some chairs are just for sitting. But this particular chair in my sister's house became my photography studio. Last year, my birthday wasn't going the way I had imagined. My birthday is every 7th of February,