To Mr de La Haye

So many of us have hard knots tied in our hearts and minds.

They seem impossible to untie by you or another.

No one can figure out the puzzle of their own knots. Who tied them? When? How?

But some special people with special hearts see through the twists and turns.

They can untie a few of your own knots for you. Those knots you only rolled between your fingers and never found a loose end to. Those knots that you give up on…

And that untying capability, that effort, and the result, is like a deep breath of fresh air.

Filling yet lightening. Resolving and relieving.

Perhaps, unknowingly, this act of kindness loosens some knots of their own.

Bringing us all one string – long or short – closer,

To that final destination.

From a turtle to a bumble bee again~

Your words of inspiration and comfort help me see myself through your eyes. A unique and special perception. Thank you for this wonderful view.

Thank you for everything from the bottom of my heart, Mr D. 

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Apple of My Eye

Bluebells swim in swirls of aqua,

Lavenders burst in a melodic sonata,

Baby blue bubbles in blueberry syrup,

Crumbled corals in orby whirlpools.

Deep, deep and tender, soft and merry,

Butterfly lashes, blinking so gently.

Speckled green tea, seeps in at daylight,

Blue honey marbles go blue-grey in dim light,

Emerald scales and streaking teal tails,

Glistening blackberries dip, swim and sail.

Black hole in centre, strongest pull of love,

Spiralling stars, sprinkled around,

Deep, deep and tender, soft and merry,

Butterfly lashes, blinking so gently.

For Her ❤

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Tactile memory.


My hand reaches out and I feel your warm neck.

 My fingers walk up and find an earlobe.

I twist and pull your soft floppy earlobe. Twist and pull, twist and pull.

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White dove, 

Bambi eyes,

Killer smile,


Velvet fire,



Heart over head,






Head over heart,



If only,





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You were five and I was four 🙂

My bestest friend who lived next door!

I was extremely shy to ask you to come play with me, and for some reason I was too scared to come knock on your door.

So I would climb up the “castle,” sit on the slide and start to wave hoping you’d see me and come outside.

Remember our “I’m the king of the caasstllee” games. And how we’d find those li’l red rings around the playground and would literally wear them as rings..

Hmm.. I came to your house and borrowed your glue once! That was the first time I used a glue pen.

The way you tied up your hair was so cute! – li’l tuft of hair tied up on the top of your head hehe, so admirable. I asked my mom to do my hair like that as well 😮

Hmm, and the bhajans we would attend- I remember how we’d take turns each day to pass the vibhuti to everyone at the end.

Remember the skit we performed, based on the story of the magpie who stole a woman’s chocolate?

So many memories :S

Looking back on all this, it brings me pain, how-(after moving to Australia) my dad told me he was going to visit NZ and I didn’t come:l I really wanted to visit you, but I couldn’t leave my mom:(

He brought back a box of Roses Chocolates, and I got your message on a yellow sticky-note.

Thank you Bhagavathi it was so nice to know that you hadn’t forgotten me after so many years:)

I miss you.

The last time I heard about you, got to know that you had moved back to Sri Lanka..

I dont know where you are or how you’re doing or anything :/

……………………….. </3

..Hope you’re safe and happy though.

I will aalways love you!


Love Sai.


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Grandma and I in the garden.

Jasmines, Hibiscuses, Ixora, Allspice and many other plants grow in our garden.

I have several memories relating to this place, etched in my memory because of the all the times I’ve come here for vacations and wandered about exploring.

A few years ago, when I was tiny and carry-able I came to stay with my grandmother here in Kerala.

I had come to India for the school holidays, and had started getting used to the time change, mosquitoes and the sultry weather.

My grandmother would spend most of her time with me, during the day.

She would make yummy treats for me.. -remember her making Maggi noodles!- hehe, sing lullabies to me, teach me her favourite songs, brush my hair, and tell me stories about her pleasant Law College days.. I still remember her making a cloth-cradle in her room so I could sleep there. She once showed me how to do ‘Thiruvathirakali’ (a dance performed by women in a circular pattern on the day of Thiruvathira, which is an important festival in Kerala. It is believed that on that day, Parvathi Devi finally met Lord Shiva after her long penance.)

My grandmother and I would spend a lot of time observing nature and listening to the birds chirp, on the marbled sit-out early in the mornings.

In the evenings, grandma would usually go for a walk around our garden and pick flowers to make offerings. she’d also place a few jasmines on our pillows and in my hair. I also remember sucking the sweet nectar from some flowers.

The funny thing I remember is that whenever she would go she would take me with her. But I wouldn’t be by her side, I would sit on her shoulders with my hands placed on her head and she’d slowly walk to the flowers which only I could reach up high and pick.

The reason I would place my hands on her head, was because she had told me that she was scared that a coconut may fall from above. We have plenty of coconut trees here, so I believed back then that there was a possibility of coconuts “raining” down and hence I protected her head with my hands.

Now that I am a bit older, I see maybe she said that so I wouldn’t let go or fall off while she was carrying me.

But I still remember looking up at the towering coconut trees and wondering whether they’d drop a coconut down.

Thankfully nothing like that ever happened.

And here a few years later, seated on the marbled seat with the sweet scent of jasmines around me, I admire the lush greenery, thinking about my grandma who will turn 82 this year, amidst the trees of life.


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