Here’s the thing: he’s not really my twin. YD was actually born 2 years after I was, but due to our identical heights, more-than-similar facial features (though we both claim that we’re the better looking one), and indistinguishable round-rimmed glasses that differ only subtly in hue, most people don’t even…
Sleepy eyes were floating around, unfocused but not without purpose. Tens of people nudged and shouldered each other to fight for that elusive last spot on the subway, while those who had already secured their seats cut themselves off from the ongoing mayhem by channeling their attention onto their 6-inch…
I used to rule the world. Well not really. But whenever I had sat on my Dad’s shoulders as a kid, hovering over all my kindergarten buddies, I really did feel as if the world was my little oyster. Dad was my Superman, almighty and omniscient, not to mention quite…
