Friday, September 20, 2019

Reverse



Ambience - The calm before the storm (Of kids coming home after school)
Mood - Unexplicable - a little grey, a little white, a little whimper being suppressed!
Looping - Ronan Keating ,saying nothing at all :)
(pardon the poor resolution, revel in the emotion)


I heard once,
That there lived  a wise soul
Who said
Nothing!

Now, what's a naive soul to do?
When there's words tumbling inside its gut
Foaming out of fervent need
To be said, to be heard!
Words morphing out of earnest emotions
Words that scream of sincere spirit
The ones that knit comforting throws
To kindle the coping mechanisms
Of putting up with life's chills!

What's a callow soul to do?
When these strings of symbols
Give form to the depths of sentiments.
When these heaps of banter
Dub as a soothing balm
On the bruised heart!

What's an ingenuous soul to do?
When these very words
Penetrate the  hallows of indifference
Resonating an echo that fills
The valleys of apathy
With melodies of empathy?

What's a mortal soul to do?
Except let those words loose
Beyond the dams of right and wrong
Just flowing, quenching the parched plains
Of an impaired inside?
Until, the silence jumps the fences of coldness
Spreading like solace
It is in these words
This existence is doused
Smearing them everywhere it treads!
Spreading perhaps, a comfort
The sterile silence fails at.



Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Inverse



Ambience - Raindrops on the windowsill, breezy indigo night.
Mood - Lovey dovey parafait, post pigout ;)
(Life is beautiful!)
Looping - Arijit singh flexing his vocal cords on my favorite lines.


He asked me, what the butterflies do
After dancing around from bloom to bloom
Where do they lounge and rest?
Do they have a home, or may be a nest?

Do they have hearts thumping in rhythm
Heartbreaks that destroy them?
Do they weep do they laugh
Do they have an other half?

I look around, masking my surprise
What do they do really?
How do I answer these queries
That had never in my mind arose?

They dance like you, I told him
Oblivious to the world around
They sway and they swoon
Living in the present profound
And then they fly like your spirit unbound.

He holds my hand in his
leaning on my shoulder 
Where do their moms live?
Are they as warm as you?
I let out a laugh..
Of course, there's no creatures without moms
Just like you have me
Those butterflies have mothers
Waiting by the doors of their cocoons
For the apples of their eyes 
To return home.

He lets out a smile.
His cherub cheeks blushing bright
Now tell me about those ladybugs..
Do they get love and hugs?

I go silent!
I scoop him in my arms and go-
"My little lady bug
Here's your love, here's your hug!"

But silly lady- I am neither a lady nor a bug
You are silly, really silly, Ugh!!!

"Guess what? You're a whole lot
More than ladies and bugs
More than love and hugs
More than all that, little prince of my heart!
So, let me give homes to butterflies,
Hugs to lady bugs - 
Just command me, and consider it done,
That's what love can do, it can get a new world begun.

Sunday, September 15, 2019

In food we trust


Preeto is petite and svelte. She is into the medical profession and lives her life on the edge, powered by the scheduling prowess of her mobile calendar. Every time we speak,  she quickly fidgets around the touch pad of her screen, promptly entering the event we are planning into in her calendar. 'Dosa at 4 pm Thursday' she would  key in with punctuated whispers. She'd text me very randomly asking me to join her for tea on a weekend. While we sip on her fennel tea and catch up on our 'coping mechanism' routine by talking of temperamental kids, ageing parents and a certain fatigue that only overworked moms can experience,  we branch into our gastronomic expeditions as well. 

For someone who has three kids in three stages of growing up and in three different schools, a set of very old in laws and a frequently visiting father and immediate family in the bay all in the foreground of a very strenuous and stressful profession,  Preeto's ambition to make elaborate South Indian dishes from scratch really charms me. "Teach me how to make ginger Chuttneie" she would plead for the dozenth time, pronouncing chutney like a true blue Punjaban. Now, I wouldn't know how to make her do a DIY on something as complex, especially given the fact that she's never processed or even looked at a slab of ripe tamarind in her life nor does she own a heavy duty mixie to grind tough pieces of fried ginger and coarse spices. "I'll make you a batch as well" I'd add to which she'd roll her eyes and go "How am I going to ever learn then?"

We both have kids in the same grade, a reason that got us together as friends in the first place - or we are as contrasting as north and south in our personalities, temperament and even culture, quiet literally. But this amusing thing that we call compatibility has nothing to do with anything outward. The way her and I became friends over the years really outdid the  friendship of our offspring who have a lot more in common than the mothers in question. The way she sits at my nook table, licking her fingers dipped in sambar while biting into a piece of dosa and exclaiming for the twentieth time that noon about 'how lucky she is to have this food' makes me withdraw myself into an observer mode and reflect upon the amazing sense of gratitude she has over life, not just my everyday fare of food. Apart from consistently complaining about how pressed she is for time, she utters audible 'how lucky I ams' every time she happens in my earshot. Our love for our spiritual Gurus is another thing that makes her that much more endearing to me, though I never really express all this to her in this many words.

Last Thursday, they had an Akhanda Phaat of their 'Holy Gurugrandhsahibji' at their place. She was planning it in my earshot while we both carpooled to our middle schooler's  back to school night. Now their ideal of having and open door and believing in offering food to everyone that knocks on their door is something that makes my heart dance in joy, in a "I know exactly what you mean" sentiment. Sikhs have a 24x7 Langar (Or kitchen) in their places of worship. They follow the same rule when they bring home their Holy scripture. Their homes become Gurudwaras. (Sigh....how beautiful.) So while we were on the conversation of planning a three day Langar at her place, she asks me quiet innocently "How would Idlis store in the fridge? If I make them on Wednesday evening and server them Saturday for a family gathering post the completion of the recitation of the scripture?"  Now don't get me wrong or as a culinary snob, but it would be blasphemy against my south Indian upbringing if I let my friend eat a three day old idly, reheated in an oven, commemorating a very profound event. At that point in time, I didn't know how I could help but later that week, I texted her in the middle of the day saying "I'll make those idlis for you on Saturday and get them with the condiments - fresh off the stove"

She called me moments later "How lucky I am, really how lucky" went the voice on the other side as we started off planning the quantity that needed to be prepared.

I'll cut the chase for you all - A chutney, sambar and a hot piping pot of upma made to the spread alongside when the significant other and the mother board of yours truly had to enhance the experience of my 'helping a friend in need'. What ensued is the spread pictured above. The spouse and I put everything in our wheeled cart and made an appearance at the loud and glitzy Punjabi party. The food was set on the buffet table while Preeto and I exchange a smile and a warm nod.

Post script - Gurugrandhsahibji is rendered in Gurmukhi, a language that sounded like a mix of sanskrit and hindi. It reminded me of those exotic and beautiful interracial children that are bestowed with the best of both gene pools. I sat myself to a wall, a cushion propped against my back and meditated like a saint in training while I let the sound of the scripture flood my senses. I do not know what vibes that place contained, if it was the power of a Guru's grace or the sincerity of Preeto's gratitude, That a few houses down the lane, even upon walking out of that spiritual experience,  yours truly had the most restful sleep of the year that night.

In Food we trust. And in God, and in Gurus and in Gratitude. 💗🙏💗

Friday, September 13, 2019

Traverse

Ambience - A new day has come, no sight of snooze 
Mood - hoot hoot

Little boy blue
Where do u live?
I’d been looking for your address
In my GPS
The lost vagabond that I am
With poor geography skills
Where do you dwell?
Beyond my database of everything else 
Except your address!
Little boy blue
They say you soar and spread
There’s no bounds to where all you can tread
Over the mountains under the sea
In air on land wherever you see...
But my eyesight hyperopic
Over myopic 
Misses you in the span
Oh where can I find you if I can?
Little boy blue
With flute and feathers 
Of peacock sticking out your crown 
You seem to grace others
It’s only fair you don’t let me down.
Little boy blue
Reveal yourself 
May be you revel in poems?
Relax in a song..
Let me string a poem, sing a song
Comeon over already
What’s taking you so long?
My little boy blue
Mine like many other you belong to
How inclusive how kind!
That you might be invisible but you stand right behind.
Behind? Or within perhaps 
Let me close my eyes n search the inside maps..
There you go, little boy blue 
You found me  and I found you!

Wednesday, September 11, 2019


Ambience - Quiet night, moderate and warm.
Mood - juvenile, light hearted reflection
Looping - https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=licjBYeWKks
The prayers and pleas - movie Kedarnadh


The stretch 
Leading to the realization 
Beyond this virtuality
What do I carry
On this path forward?
What do I find? And what do I seek?
Abscesses cutting through tender thoughts?
Unconscious deeds not meant at all?
This maze called life 
That melts into nothing 
Termination awaits 
Perhaps at the next turn
Then what do I pack and what do I leave back?

Carefully curated collage may be
Of blessed moments, giving hearts
Gratitude for the love I got
Understanding for the unintended hurts.
Letting go of gathered pain
Balance sheets of loss and gain..
What purpose do they serve at all
Except as crutches to limp along
While I fail and fall!

This road to learning 
This path to wisdom 
What do I look for and what do I call?
Blink and miss, this journey beyond 
Let me pack love, share it among all
Walking along on this tricky slope
Let me pack joy and let me pack hope
Leaving back the weight of my plight
Of resentment, hatred and the urge to fight.
Let this way be paved in love
In a yearning to help and shine my little  light.

Ponder





Ambience - Same old same old Insomnia peekaboo
Mood - "I have to fill this screen. Let the catharsis begin"
Looping - Estas Tonne - The song of the golden dragon.

I didn't read a whole lot of fiction. I really didn't. contrary to the opinion of all my near and dear who kind of think that I spend most of my waking hours reading 'novels' - Now - that's a generic term for books where I lived, I guess. But truth be told, I read very little of anything, not just fiction. But since my conscious efforts to use my time productively kicked in earlier this year, I read quiet a few books. But the genre was very off beat. I read a lot of spiritual texts, philosophy and  a little bit of human psychology when ever I could. But Spiritual content takes the cake. So when I contemplated the next read, I found I had not one but two copies of this Khalid Hosseini's book 'A thousand splendid suns'
I read 'The kite runner' a few years ago and was totally charmed by Hosseini's deep understanding of love and life. I probably, with good intentions, bought the second book twice so I thought - "why not?" and chose it for my weekend read.

I have a very short attention span. Like a butterfly :-D Congratulate yourself is you are a childhood friend and don't write me off as a egotistic snob if you don't know me. I have a dry sense of humor. That's all. There are numerous occasions when I picked a fiction book and placed it down after a few pages. I am hasty that way. I cannot give a book, specially fiction,  too much of a chance. But there was a powerful force that sucked me right into the broken, hopeful world of Mariam and her kolba. I was very thrilled to see Hosseini choose a female protagonist. I loved both Amir and Hassan and their story so beautifully entangled together in 'The kite runner'. So I was so excited to see the author speak from a female perspective. I tried not to read any synopsis so was beside myself with delight when I saw a second  female lead getting introduced later into the narration. I didn't in the least predict how Mariam and Laila would be Amir and Hassan in their own right and was at a point frustrated when the narration completely shifts to Laila's story as I started missing Mariam and wanted to know what was happening to her. Not until these two narrations intersect did I understand the magic Hosseini was unfolding for me. I spent a few hours glued to the book making sure I saw the end of it and knew everything there was to know about the ladies that I somehow had fallen deeply in love with. 

I was on a roller coaster of emotions, living every bit of the hope, agony, rejection and heartbreak these both ladies live through the lucid flow of prose, highlighting bits and bobs, making my heartfelt notes in the margin and blowing through a box of kleenex in the process. The worried significant other kept checking on me wondering why my eyes were swollen and my nose stuffy. I know, I'd been on a midlife 'cry at the drop of a hat' phase for enough time now. The better half isn't still warming up to the idea of the transformation of his happy, smiley young wife into a hormonal middle aged woman. I know, time is savage. We all kind of morph into touchy, sentimental older people (That's also dry humor by the way, and ageing is a wonderful thing. I recommend it to all young people out there! I swear, just make sure you grow up and not old!) But that 'crying at the drop of a hat' part holds true. Age and hormonal fluctuations of balancing a toddler's tantrums with a teen's attitude does that to you I believe. On that note I have to acknowledge that the teen in question walked into my room several times, rolling her eyes and exclaiming "Why do you have to read it and cry buckets? you belong in the looney bin mother!" And then she came to pleas -
"Mom, why would anyone write such depressing stuff? Stop it already, I am not able to see u cry" That revelation was very reassuring. It was a good feeling to not feel like the nemesis of your first born's life for a change. She, afterall, cannot see me cry! :-D

But I got all high and preachy at that remark of "why would anyone write such depressing stuff?". I went on and on about how the generation is fed on a steady dose of Twilight and Breaking Dawn or what have you where the leading ladies go on a joy ride with Vampires and Werewolves. I know, "Fiction exists to feed our imaginations but it muffles our commonsense sometimes". I probably said the last part out and the teen double dared me that she'd read 'The thousand splendid suns' and appreciate it as much as I did minus the sob fest. I didn't let her take it up without reminding how 'The book thief' went over her head, and wished her luck with this one. No, a mother cannot let go of an opportunity where she can establish her stance.

"This is so subtle mother" came the first feedback. "If you had not highlighted and made notes this would have indeed gone over my head" - I was happy that she was willing to admit to the shortcoming and nudged her to complete it and enhance her comprehension skills.To my surprise she did complete it, and did it minus the sob fest. 

"I put my energy into getting all the subtleties" she later on passed her verdict. "I did't have the luxury of letting the undiluted emotion hit me"
Well, well - we made a start and transitioned from the popular fiction to the parallel. That's a huge victory. I'd blow through another kleenex without batting an eyelid if that challenges my first born to read some hard hitting stories.

I know - what started off as a tribute to the poignant writing prowess  of Hosseini ended up in a hodgepodge of lousy dry sense of humor. But all that trying too hard to be funny put aside, I was immensely moved by the piece of work. It made me go a little deeper into my own scope as a human, it probably made me more sensitive, more empathetic and led me through made up truths, over and over! This should definitely nudge me into reading more fiction for one thing.

Apart from that - Now, I want to write like Hosseini. Before it was Rowling :D


Do check out Estas Tonne's string at this magical piece. It'll is a potential loop. Fair warning :)








Monday, September 09, 2019

Reverse


Ambience -  Cool autumn night, a waning satellite by the window.
Mood -  Peekaboo with Insomnia 

Looping - Noorani siblings set to the tune of ARR’s magic and Irshad Kamal’s lyric 



“I cannot think of anything to write”
She says out loud!
Looking through the filtered light
Seeping in through the window.
“Just draw the curtains and ask a bird
Or a butterfly for ideas”
He laughs.
“Thank you for the suggestion”
She replies in mock anger
“But what if they suggest me to ask you?”
“They won’t. They know better. They are not like you”
“How mean!” 
“They are not like you, but they like you
They are yours for asking”
“And you?”
“I am just the reverse”
“I am asking for you!”
 She looks at him tenderly and smiles.
And the keyboard  starts clicking away.....

Sunday, September 08, 2019

Blessings




Ambience - Sunny and airy - Lord's day of rest
Mood - Lazy abandon, solitude and reflection
Looping - Yanni the Greek God of music.


When an introvert befriends you
You win a lottery of intense
Unconditional, dramatic affection?
Affliction?
You have an invisible umbrella of protection
Over your head
Stalking you with a silent, resilient armor.
When they put their guards down
They give you a medal of honor
They drive you potato chips with their clingy pesky presence
They cry your tears for you
Those embodiments of empathy.
They show up unannounced
With a grower's bunch and a hug
They barely speak, and when they do, they barely let you speak!
When an introvert befriends you
You have all your safety lockers penetrated;
They read you like a Hoarding
Conspicuously placed by the overpass.
You catch them in a crowd
Looking over you, jumping to aid
When they think you need it.
What's the need to speak up when you are studied to no fault?
When an introvert befriends you
You undergo a condition
Of overwhelm. Of absolute warmth.
They double up as the spare mother, as the pesky child
As a clown in a torture chamber :-D
Meaning well. To keep you laughing while they twist your arm.
They might be atheists, but they pray for you
They might be klutzy but they clean the house
They might hate cooking 
But they make you lacy, delicate idiyappams
Doused in coconut stew.
When an introvert befriends you
They give complex to their significant others
Constantly talking about you
Grinning ear to ear when they meet and part
And threatening their partners
That they'd name the house pet after you.
Or worse yet, their first born.
When an introvert befriends you
Your mission on earth is complete.
You experience what most human kind dreams about
Love - undiluted, unlimited, boundless and unconditional.
Fair warning - it's a calamity when they are angered
They don't open the door till your fists turn beet red
When they do, they bring out Vaseline 
And hot piping tea
And behave like nothing happened.
Weeks down the lane, as an after thought
They tell you, absentmindedly digressing over a intense conversation
That "that fight was a good thing."
As they feel a lot more closer to you after the show down.
Then you know you are doomed!
When an introvert befriends you
You'll be parched of verbal assurances, compliments.
"That's so lousy, you should do better"
They'd opine.
But by now you know how to read in between the line.

So steer clear of an introvert.
Don't try befriending them, it won't work that way!
Unless they confer the honor upon you.
By some strange stroke of luck,
But just if they do
My sincerest condolences.

Saturday, September 07, 2019

Verse

Ambience -  Breezy, hazy  fall evening - Yay - it’s autumn 🍂
Mood - Weekend leisure.
Looping - The saving grace of ‘Jab Harry met Sejal.



Cranked, looking back
The visual doesn’t dissolve
Wall papered against
The horizons of passing time.
Some moments refuse
To thaw into forgetfulness.
Some emotions renew themselves
Like pesky subscriptions.
Where the fine font
Goes unnoticed.
Every exit
Weaves itself deeper
Into the Entry!
Tricky mazes, slippery slopes
Of minds musings
Heart’s reassurances.
When the present presents the prevailing
Why does the soul feel so certain
That this isn’t a Ending?
Why does crazy hope
Believe in a More than that?
Why?

Inspiration- Imtiaz Ali’s metaphors and music

https://youtu.be/zVrQUkBmSOc
(Check the surreal lyric out. This one’s an underdog in the album)


Recap



I have a feeling that this is going to get windy and wordy, but hey, I am talking to myself so to speak - so what's the harm if I indulge in a soliloquy anyway? And the regular readership - I know a few of you love me. Unconditionally. Thank you for that - now make yourself comfortable and read on....

There are certain days you get a little reflective. Now, we are a household that doesn't take days and dates too seriously. Nevertheless, there are going to be dates that your loved ones would remind you of and cue you into a celebration. I get queasy around celebrations, specially if they are thrown in my honor  - But reflecting comes naturally to me - it is an intrinsic thing so to speak, and so is writing. So when reflecting marries writing, it  becomes a writing block busting blog post. And it becomes a signature ME:)

So, what's this dread about ageing seriously? Isn't that a huge industry, the anti ageing thingie? The bad news is that  all those lotions and potions won't work. You cannot combat wrinkles and loss of collagen with coconut oil or 24 carat gold or even sunscreen. It's like trying to duel a tyrannosaurus with a  fly squatter. And the topography of our face changes with the experiences we face in life. Embrace that change and don't do invasive stuff - I mean, I have noting against nips and tucks, just that it isn't going to change much internally and we are still heading to the grave this way or that!

And here's the good news - it is seriously a number, this age. Nothing more than that. I know, it sounds like desperation in wordage, but trust me. Barring a few outward tell tale sings of the process , we are stuck at an age in our heads. Work on that number - let the counter break down at a good point - like at sixteen or twenty eight...it really doesn't matter. Just make sure that the number is something you feel good about. Mine is stuck at eleven. I know - barely in grade school, barely pubertal. It doesn't matter.  I have a whole collection of pencil cases that's growing as we speak to prove the case in point. Now that I have my mental age established and set aside , here after, I'll get the lessons I learned into a listing format. Easier that way, given what all is crossing my mind, begging to be said.

In no particular order :)

(And apologies to all those stuff that isn't being said! - Some other time dear stuff, some other time, if I miss it this time around)

*Money is never enough. Full stop, Unless you work really hard at making it enough. There's a secret formula to making it enough, and it is called - contentment. Work on applying that formula when ever the 'not enough' alarm goes through the roof of your grey matter. Enough said.

*Paid college is good, accumulated assets are good, prestigious degrees are good - giving all of the above to our offspring is wonderful - just as long as we don't forget that our time and attention are better than good and wonderful.

*Elaborate degrees are overrated. Success and career are overrated. I had seen many educated, decorated individuals as deep as the neighborhood kiddie pool. Emotional intelligence is the key to a happy life. Wisdom overrides knowledge.

* Perfect Human is an oxymoron - no matter whom you love, they are going to hurt you, knowingly, unknowingly or in a helpless situation. Make peace with the fact that no one is perfect (and that includes you) and relationships are work. A lot of work infact. It's not to say that you need to become a door mat, but more often than not, if you are looking for that perfect partner or friend, please rest assured that it is all harnessing unicorns and harvesting gold at the end of rainbows.

*True love exists. And it is rare. We fall in love once. Yes, just once. Congratulations if you'd fallen in love. It is the best thing that happened to me. Now don't mistake just anything for 'falling in love' - a good rule of thumb is that when you fall, it is a one way pit. You don't get out of it. You just stay put. If  you had gotten out of it, I am sorry to burst your bubble but truth is bitter. - it could be attraction, infatuation, pulverization, crush, lust, plain love or whatever else name you fancy. Anything else but 'Falling' in Love. And 'not falling in love' isn't a bad thing at all. I am not taunting you for it. Most studies point in the direction that our first love and last love is self love. BTW, the 'object of our love' changing doesn't matter. Falling in love is change proof. It is a chemical change. Full stop.

*Be true to yourself. Opinions and approvals are BS. Trying to prove ourselves to others is a futile exercise. When we stay true to what and who we are, we attract what we need and repel what we don't. It's really that simple.

*Don't fall prey to Ego - no one can put us down. No one intends to offend us, insult us or make us feel little. At the most they are trying their best to make themselves big or they are blissfully unconscious and unaware of how their behavior and words are going to effect you. Most people operate out of their own insecurities and you are not on their agenda in a bad or good way. No one has the time to think about you. Take nothing personally, not because you want to be this 'holier than thou' specimen but because, in the end, it's in  your benefit and not in the benefit of the other party.
Most importantly, don't be this kind of a jerk to others - till everyone in the planet knows that nothing is to be taken personally, it'll be taken personally and when we irk others, we are making - ta daah...Enemies! Unless you are looking for enemies, steer clear of jerky behavior!

*Don't judge. There's no need to sort everything everyone does as good bad or stupid. And not judging saves us a lot of time from not gossiping. Just as money isn't going to be enough, our time isn't going to be enough. Money, we can still earn, beg borrow or steal. There's no knowing how much time we have left and there's no way to source it from somewhere else.

*Whether we like someone or hate someone, we stretch it in our own heads. Apply emotions cautiously.

*Life is short and unpredictable. We subconsciously acknowledge that and buy insurance, but we consciously don't apply it. Do what you have to do, when you have to do it. Say the things you intend to say. Express yourself. Spread love. Understand, empathize, give, share. I don't care what those self help books say about putting yourself above everything else - but thinking of others and being nice are invaluable. They change the whole vibe of our world.

*Our mind is our projector. Everything we see, we see as we want to see it. Not as it is. So we should make sure we have the right perspective.

*Competition is useless.

*Never put things before people - doesn't matter if the 'people' is some stranger on the road. People first - everything next.

*Don't blame anyone for anything. We all have things that go wrong because of some external factors. but when we put the blame elsewhere we carry around a disability that stops us from taking charge and changing our life situation.

*Smile - it is magical and infectious. The bigger the grin, the better.

*Don't hold on to grudges. Don't try to get even or vengeful. There's no way we can fight fire with fire.

*Don't chase people. If it isn't given to you voluntarily, it isn't worth it.

*You don't need to win every argument.

*Stand up for what you believe in. And believe in the fact that our happiness comes from inside. Peace is a choice, happiness is a choice and we can choose peace in any given situation.

*No matter how dire life gets, there's some reason to be grateful. Be thankful for whatever you have. Don't fret about what you don't have. We all don't have it all.

I guess, I'll stop here. Or may be I'll just go on with one last thing.

Faith has nothing to do with religion. Have faith in the higher power. It's all premeditated it'll all work out the way it has to work out.

Oh yeah...and Meditate. Once we stop the minds, ah well, we cannot stop it like we can kill a car engine, but once we kind of stop it - it happens! It really does. What you might ask! Don't ask. Don't trust my word for it. Sit still and give it a try!

And zero sugar and zero fat is bad! Enjoy the full fat sundae. Pls check with your physician before following this advice.


Yeah...don't forget to Smile! A friend of mine used to tell me that it's the second best thing we can do with our lips...Bless her heart!

:)

Friday, September 06, 2019

Gratitude


To My father, my mother, my sibling, my friend, my lover, my love, my child, my existence, my everything!
I have only one thing I can offer you in barter.

Thanks _Λ_

Thank you for this birth. Thank you for your grace.