Dancing in the Jungle Maze

What enchants my ear the most is not the chattering of children frolicking around our street in their unrestrained circles of delight. It is neither the blaring of distant automobile horns nor the usual raucous voice of mobs lynching a heist culprit. “Naso! No mercy for am o!” Not even the incandescent roar of thunderclaps on rainy nights. It's the forgotten waves. The vibrations of minute worlds, and what they stand for in the castle of my ever pliant psyche. Read the full story here.