Its 4am and 50-something-year-old bestselling author Linda Jaivin is out in a club in Beijing, partying with a group of paralympians. They have come from various countries, England, Australia and are, according to Linda, some of “the biggest party animals I have ever met.” One in particular is dancing so …

You see, the crinkly old man had forgotten to feed the kitten that morning and so she was beginning to gurgle with hunger. The crinkly old man was in the middle of writing his first novel (it wasn’t very good) but decided he would put it aside and go get …

Sailing to the edge of the world, I travel with the painter’s daughter We float for miles and miles, over the black and bitter water.   We’re dying every day, but never dead like ghosts trapped in a shell, from where we sit, the world is gray, in this little …

I remember the first time someone tapped me. It was in was in the spring of 2011, I was young and naive and someone wanted me to be a club president. At the time I was a bit over-whelmed, someone had more confidence in me than I did. However soon …

I have always been one who is reluctant to name-drop my more celebrated company for fear of sounding pretentious. Nevertheless, the witticisms encountered at one recent event prove simply too amusing not to recount. I was invited to a luncheon for all the greatest leaders throughout history. They were all …

Hey there, friend. Count your lucky stars – I had a hectic week and was this close (picture a very small distance) to writing an article called “How Not to Write an Article for Tharunka”. It would have been terribly meta and self-indulgent and unfunny – you would have wanted …