Bela’s been very generous today. As well as Bhartan. She is lying here next to me after having stayed with Bhartan for most of this Sunday. I miss her when she’s not around, but also feel like a little kid wanting to quickly do things she normally doesn’t get to — take a long shower, paint toenails, make a nice cup of tea, put eye-drops in my aching eyes, write. Write.
Here’s another etheree. I wrote a couple a few weeks back — about the ocean and about my daughter. I am going to try to write for them both today. I do not know how it’ll turn out. Let’s see.
For a bit.
Yes, you do that.
And then, you take it.
Your touch lifts it right up,
And then, ’tis eternity.
Your rush, and then your peace, your warm soul.
Take my heart, now. And keep it there, in you.
Images: Mogra/Bela flower from merinews.com, sea mist from macwallpapers.in. Pictures joined in a collage on picmonkey.com