It was the night of Christmas. Carols filled the air. A little boy with his red Santa cap strutted through the streets soaking in the spirit of Christmas. He carried in his pocket a crumpled piece of paper. In it were the makings of a wish list. He had pored over the list for months, huddled up…

Father stood at the doorway, holding a piece of paper. He knew it was over, there were no more visits to the post-office. He had mailed across all the documents to the States. Forms were filled and faxed over. Little Caesar came running over…

Skip, jump, skip, jump, land. I was racing down the stairs, doing mini acrobatics before each landing. Summer had arrived. I couldn’t wait to meet my friends and exchange stories. I stepped into the afternoon blaze boldly. The benches lining the compound walls screamed fire and the coconut…

What is it about connecting with another that is so attractive we yearn for it? I am heard and that’s reassuring. I care about something and somebody else does too. We can then weave together something new, something extraordinary, a story perhaps. There are stumbling blocks when…

Economics enthusiasts are familiar with Adam Smith’s concept of division of labor. Lately, I have been mulling over it, as I think about the structure of the working world. I asked myself, ‘how does a complex piece of work get done today?’ Let us take the…