After The Monsoon

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Imagine this: </strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Picture a stunning coconut palm swaying gently in the warm breeze of a tropical night under a sky full of stars and the glow of the moon far removed from the chill of Canada. White sands the sound of waves breaking-the thought crosses your mind: what if this was home?</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What then? </strong></p><p><br></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)></em><span style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>After The Monsoon</span><em style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)></em><span style=background-color: rgba(249 249 249 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> reveals a rich tapestry of experiences. It narrates the early years in lush Kingston Jamaica a period of professional life in North Africa and a reluctant acceptance of adulthood amidst a mysterious discovery of a skeleton in South Asia. This narrative unveils Mr. Chris as termed by his Indian headmaster on a quest to find his position in the world his life's purpose and some redemption from the haunting whispers and damaged voices that echo through his private nights of melancholy quiet and rage-filled with introspection and suppressed fury.</span></p>