The Withdrawn Mathematician
Muscat, for me is so packed with memories that there is probably no such place that I can go to without being reminded that this is the place where I grew up. Just this morning, on my way to work I spotted a man who looked like someone I knew. Identifying an uncanny resemblance, I twisted in my seat to get a better look as the car whooshed past. Hoping … Continue reading “The Withdrawn Mathematician” →