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We sat together,He and I,At the dockWhere he once did school. I did not find him there, I was led to him. I was forced to walk down a pathOf heavy weighted breakdowns and realizationsAfter being called to action by the black bird by the reservoir. He sang to me with urgent tone it was time to... Continue Reading →
Dearest Patiala, Oh my sweet, Once upon a time, I was warned about men like you. "Punjabi by Nature- an expression we say here," she began explaining the meaning of the restaurant name we were dining lunch at. "Punjabi's are known for their thunderous love of food, life, and celebrations. Until they are ready to... Continue Reading →
My Heart, My Mom. She is an incredible human who went through hell and back this past year. I tried to post these pictures last night, but I just didn't know how to caption this to match her beauty, her strength, her compassion. So taking her advice, I'll keep it simple. This is my Mom. (Isn't... Continue Reading →
I suppose this is what they call longing A subtle yearning to dissolve solitude. I think of “him”, whom I have not yet met, Or here but slyly hidden in the shadows. Only time will resolve the heart’s pondering. I wonder often, With non-attachment, Who he is, where he is, Is he living his truth?... Continue Reading →
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