All of us have an innate essence, an echo of our souls, which some identify early on because someone else paid attention. I think mine is a love of stories and storytelling. Otherwise why would curt, caustic dadi become my superstar at night-time, when she would take a tale out from her treasure chest of myths, and tell them again and again at my happy insistence. How the big dipper was actually the
Naina I love the way you weave the words and thoughts! Keep bringing more. Hugs!
Thanks Preeti :)
This was a lovely read--and that last line!! Oof.
This really jumped out at me, too:
"The rest of them are tracings on the paper of memory
of who I became and who she became."
Thank you for reading and letting me know what spoke to you, Sarah!
"It was in the entrancing envelope
we created in those moments
of pure devotion to fun.
Fun became joy became beauty."
Beautiful lines that softened my gaze instantly.
Thank you, Raju!