HANDS

Far from me you are hungry and unsheltered. Yet I sleep under my blanket because I am torn between two worlds. I shall build you a better home, provide you better food but at the cost of what? My dreams? No. I am more willing to give you pain because an uncertainty is somehow more dear to me than an obvious present. Painful!

She travels and would love to travel alone just to gain experiences that money won’t buy her. She is a bit of narcissist because she finds her interesting and a mystery to herself. No matter what she does, she is bombarded with love in one form or the other. May it be a stroke of sunshine on the bottle-green wine bottles in the living room or a breeze that makes her imagination run wild.

The men I know have stood by me at my worst; filled me with inspiration, angered me to the extent to set my demons free; given me intuitive suggestions (a quality I seriously doubted they could possess), have pampered me with the food they made and also introduced me to the lighter sins that we all must commit in life.