*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 110

Vaanathai Pola 141

Thangamani master closed the gate and shut off the outside world from permeating into the quiet of The Flock and holding the key to Radhu's room slowly walked towards the building. In the distance, he could see the three devils, Appu, Pappu and Meena hanging from the aerial trees of the banyan tree named Shinogai and swinging to and fro like little monkeys and leaving them to their games entered the building.

Coming to Radhu's room, he stood outside and knocked twice and after a second, knocked thrice and opened the lock and opened the door and out stepped Radha Krishnan with an expression of guilt sketched on his handsome face.

Thangamani looked at him fondly' Mr.Radha Krishnan, there is no need to feel guilty about anything for this building and this land called The Flock belongs to you anyway. Not now, but one day in the future.'

Radhu slowly placed his back against the wall and along with Thangamani stood in the corridor and listened to the distant voices of the children playing happily and he said, ' It is good to be young and innocent and not privy to the evil that adults unleash on other lives.'

' I guess it is true but the children who come to The Flock, are mostly ones who were mentally scarred and ruined by war and who have known death at an early age.'

Turning his head, Thangamani stared at the end of the corridor that turned and led one away, from inside to the outside of the building, and reflected in a sad voice, ' I hear and sense their sadness even among their happy voices and wonder if it is just a game, a mask to cover and protect themselves from pain and loss and it kills me that I cannot do more to make their lives better.'

He glanced at Radhu,' who knows what really is inside a child's soul and who knows how much they lie about their sorrow and conceal it from the outside world?'

His eyes now looked right into Radhu's and he asked, ' What will you do now?'

Radhu looked at him, ' Disappear and then go about my business and finish what was started with my dad?'

He entered the room and said, ' I will be ready and waiting for you at 2.00 am.'

Thangamani master nodded, ' All the best and in case you need help..'

' Thank you. It might come to that at some point for I cannot be in two places at the same time.'

He closed the door and Thangamani master locked it from outside and looked at the key and thought to himself,' Only, God can help that poor soul who tries to break and enter this room.'

Kavita's eyes caught sight of the approaching Sholinganallur junction and told SI Kanagaraj to turn left and head to Global hospitals.

As they turned left with their security vehicle following them, he asked her if someone close to her was not well and was in the hospital.

Kavita nodded, ' yes. I just got the news while I was in Mr.Radha Krishnan's room and thought that I would drop in and spend sometime time before heading home.'

She saw the time was nearly 12.45 pm and told him to finish up having lunch while she was visiting the person in the hospital.

She handed a 2,000 rupee note and said, ' Have a good lunch and please enjoy it.'

She got out of the car and walked into the Hospital leaving SI Kanagaraj staring at the 2,000 rupee note and wondering at the same time what had been in the diary that the Minister had read in Radha Krishnan's room.

Radhu closed his eyes and with his nose buried in the pillow that smelt of her, fell into a deep sleep for the first time in a very long time and nothing disturbed him, not even the dreams of his dead wife and son.

“So you must match time’s swiftness with your speed in using it, and you must drink quickly as though from a rapid stream that will not always flow.”― Seneca, On the Shortness of Life

Hi people,

A dear friend of mine sent me this a few years ago for many purposes and only one word can aptly describe that action and that is " LOVE".

Beautiful Words on Self Love

A poem read by Charlie Chaplin on his 70th birthday (April 16, 1959), originally written by Kim McMillen:

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first, I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

https://upliftconnect.com/charlie-chaplins-incredible-poem-on-self-love/

Vaanathai Pola 142

The moment, Kavita's official vehicle entered Global hospitals, it was spotted and the security guards saluted her and welcomed her and by the time, she had stepped into the hospital, the HR manager and a few other higher-level administrators were waiting for her and greeted her warmly.

Whether one likes it or not, there is a protocol and a huge amount of respect that is attached to an important politician and that assumes greater significance when the person is part of the ruling party cabinet.

Kavita greeted them all with folded hands and smiling hesitantly said, ' Please forgive me, for I have come despite being aware that it is not visiting hours right now. But, I hope you are kind enough and accommodate my request.'

The HR manager, Mr.Shankar timidly replied, ' Madam, please. Visiting hours and other rules don't apply to VVIP'S. Please go ahead and visit the patient and stay here as long as you like.'

Bending slightly, ' ma'am, would you like any refreshments to be sent to the room in which the patient you are visiting is?'

Kavita thanked him and requested all of them to treat her like a normal person and asked them to go about their work in a normal way and not worry about her.

' I will just say, spend some time and leave quietly.'

Mr.Shankar ordered his secretary, Mrs.Padma to go along with the minister and be with her until her visit is over.

Mrs.Padma had no clue as to what the protocol was for she had never before helped or assisted a visiting minister before this moment.

She looked at Kavita and asked her the name of the patient that she had come to see and after being told, rolled her eyes comically and shaking her head, whispered to herself, prompting Kavita, ' I am sorry but I was not able to get what you said.'

Mrs.Padma looked at Kavita,' I am sorry ma'am but I just spoke to myself.'

' No, you were not speaking to yourself and I did catch one word, dragon queen. Is that what Dr.Girija is called behind her back?'

Looking ready to faint, Mrs.Padma apologised and begged Kavita to forget her stupid and impertinent observation and added that, Dr.Girija was called that because of her strict and disciplined behaviour when it comes to her brother and how he was looked after and that same care also extended to the other patients on the floor and this had earned her the title of dragon queen.

Kavita looked at Padma, ' so, being strict and perfect, earns one, such titles.'

The elevator door opened to the fourth floor and stepping out of it, Kavita turned to Padma, ' so what does this about you and the others and your commitment to your work?'

Raising a hand, she told Padma that she would find her way to the room in which Brigadier Rajashekar was in and thanking her, walked away.

Good morning. I wish you a peaceful day.

My morning dose of two cups of coffee done, ingested and digested with, my tummy squealed like a puppy at first and not getting my attention then turned over with a growl and rumbled, ' Yo, bro. That is a sign that I am empty and is my way of letting you know that we are hungry.'

Since the lockdown began and since the time, my gym closed, I slowly cut down on my food and it is now clearly visible for people yell, ' sir, romba thinna irukeenga.'

Sadly, I am not able to say the same thing about them for most of them have thickened and now have visible pots hanging from their midriffs.

I am sorry but I have to confess that I have been cursed with a rather vague kind of constitution wherein I tend to lose weight when I don't work out.

WTF! Yes. Sad but true.

My body responds to lifting heavy weights and increases my appetite and the moment it senses that I have not gone to the gym it cuts back and shuts down its intake.

Now after 60 days of no gym, I have reduced myself to bare minimum levels or required food intake.

Back to my rumbling tummy and slowly my eyes sneaked a glance at the table and the four manja pazham on it and hurriedly turned back with my conscience whispering, ' O..A dei, that is for God, and the pooja and not for your kanjupona vayiru.'

Again and again, my eyes sneaked to the table like a begging dog sitting at a tea stall and staring daggers at the customers and eventually forces one of them to throw it some bikkis.

My thoughts went back to the few festivals that were celebrated when we Reddys grew up as one unit under one roof.

Varalakshmi pooja, the yearly Amavasai and Telugu new years days were my all-time favourite days for on those days, Obattu was made.

In case you don't know what obattu means, then let me translate it to you as it is popularly known and that is " Boli".

Trust me when I tell you, state here, declare here that, the Bolis that were and are still made in our family is the best. Period.

Most of you have seen and eaten those thin, dried bolis that are sold in shops and grand sweets. Forget that and now try to imagine, an Obattu from our house that needs two hands to lift it up for it is that heavy and filled with pooranam.

My lips are smiling right now and my eyes are filling with tears as my soul goes back to those moments when I used to sit next to Babu or Asha or Aruna or Sujatha while they were hard at work grinding the pooranam which consists of cooked dal, jaggery and cardamom into a fine paste and then stuffed into maida dough and spread and then placed over the hot frying pan.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. Siiiiiiiiiiiggggggghh!

It is not possible for a normal human being to eat more than two and that too with karandis of homemade ghee poured over it along with lemon rice and vadais.

Sadly, I used to polish off four or five and then spend the rest of the day with the dal exploding like nukes in my backside.

But, bombs and explosions aside, the best part was the kutty handfuls of pooranam that babu and my sisters used to place in my hands and all the while warning me that we have to wait until the pooja is done and god has been served with the first two bolis.

Back to my now roaring tummy and my sneaky glances at the plantains and grinning like a jackass, I stole one pazham and gobbled it and apologized loudly " Sorry god. I was really hungry."

The voice whispered, ' Do you feel better now for, with your tummy full, I am feeling a lot better.'

The voice continued, ' Did I ask you to starve yourself? No.'

Well, in the end, I finished two and gave two for God and made my peace with him and that pesky voice that constantly keeps talking to me.

Early-onset of Dementia, I suppose.

Lots of love and best wishes.

Vaanathai Pola 143

Kavita stopped a nurse and found out the room in which Brigadier Rajashekar was in and walked towards it with her heart overflowing with love and happiness. It was only natural that the love and the bond that she had with Radhu would extend to his immediate family and that too to his father who was not well.

As she walked, she knew that she was old-fashioned, conservative in certain ways and that was one of the reasons why she was here, for in her heart she secretly wanted to see Radhu's father and seek his blessings.

She pushed opened the door and entered and after shutting the door, stared at the woman who sat next to the bed in which Brigadier Rajashekar was in, realizing that she was not Dr.Girija Padmanabhan and said, ' I am here to meet Dr.Girija.'

The lady remained seated with a smile playing on her lips and Kavita mesmerized by her green eyes and her beauty, smiled in return, and introduced herself.

' Hello. My name is Kavita.'

' Hello, Kavita. My name is Shinogai.'

Pointing to the empty chair that was next to her, ' Please, sit down, for it will be ten or more minutes before Dr.Girija comes back.'

Kavita thanked her and sat down and just as she was doing it, her eyes caught sight of the Koran on the woman's lap and the beads in her palms and realized that she was of Muslim faith and that she had been reading from the Koran.

It did not make any sense to Kavita for she knew that the Brigadier belonged to a Brahmin community and yet here was this lady from another faith.

Unable to resist any longer, Kavita looked at Shinogai, ' Please forgive me but could you kindly tell me what your name mean?'

' It literally means the colour green. But, my parents named me, after the colour of life, which in their opinion were the trees and plants that sustained them and all life in this world.'

' beautiful meaning to a beautiful name' Kavita said and Shinogai thanked her and looking at her, ' Kavita. It means poem, a song in Sanskrit and in Tamil and you seem to be one too, Miss Kavita.'

Kavita looked at her with surprise and then nodded, ' correct. But, a poem can also be written with sadness and in pain.'

' Maybe, Kavita. Maybe, it is Allah's way of letting us understand that nothing is permanent and that after sorrow comes happiness and peace.'

Kavita looked away blushing and smiling for her thoughts were full of Radhu and whispered, ' True.'

Lost for any more words and thoughts to carry on the conversation, Kavita's eyes again were dragged to the koran on Shinogai's lap and she looked into her green eyes with questions.

' Does it matter, Kavita, to which God we pray to and from which holy scriptures we read from for the safety and well-being of our loved ones and to those who we owe so much.?

' No, Shinogai. It matters not, for in my opinion what matters to God, in the end, is our pure soul, love, and our prayers.

Shinogai thought to herself, ' son, you have indeed made the right choice for she is an angel.'

She asked Kavita what brought her here to the hospital and how she knew Brigadier Rajashekar and Kavita was now really stuck for an answer and squirming uncomfortably as a child who has been caught red-handed with its hand in the cookie jar, said, ' The Brigadier is related to someone very close to me, and since I happened to be in the vicinity of the hospital, I thought I would drop in and pay my respects to him and see how he was doing.'

Shinogai feeling a bit naughty decided that she would bully Kavita for a little while longer, asked her, ' maybe not really related to the Brigadier and just someone who is casual acquaintance, for a lot of people have been dropping by from his hometown to wish him well.'

Being a cabinet minister, Kavita was well versed with the oath of secrecy that she had declared when she had been sworn in, and as far as she was concerned, all things connected to Radhu were secret and more sacred than her oath to the state.

She looked at Shinogai, ' Maybe, but trust me for this person is really related to the Brigadier and very closely, I must say.'

Feeling a bit irritated by the way Shinogai had brushed aside her mention of Radhu's relation and connection, Kavita asked Shinogai, ' How would you know who is related or not to the Brigadier? '

Her composure ruined a bit and her state of elation deflated slightly by the words of Shinogai, Kavita looked at her, ' you have yet to tell me, how you are connected to Dr.Girija, and the Brigadier, and what you are doing here?'

The door opened and Dr.Girija Padmanabhan walked in and freezing in her footsteps after seeing Kavita, wished her and asked, ' Good afternoon, Minister. Ma'am, what brings you here?'

Vaanathai Pola 144

Dr.Girija's question caught Kavita flat-footed and only then it dawned on her that the rest of the world were in the dark when it came to the knowledge about her and Radhu but for Thangamani master.

Taken by surprise, she managed a weak answer, ' I just dropped in to see how the Brigadier was doing?'

Shinogai glanced at Girija, 'The minister is full of questions it appears' and Girija with a smile of wonder, looked at Kavita, ' ma'am, you had some questions? what were they?'

Forget being caught flat-footed for the situation was getting far more uncomfortable than that for Kavita was totally lost for an answer and she looked at Shinogai who did not hesitate and told Girija that Kavita had been asking her about her connection with the family and what she was doing here in the room.

A flash of anger crossed Girija's face on hearing what Shinogai had to say and her voice took on an angry edge and she glared at Kavita, ' Minister, this lady next to me is family and is very close to us. Now that her presence has been explained, it only remains for you to tell us what you are really doing here.'

Kavita tiredly raised her right hand in a placatory manner, ' Dr.Girija, I really came to see how your brother was faring? Nothing else.'

Girija went to the door and opening it, looked here and there and coming back stood in front of Kavita and this time there was no mistaking her anger as her voice rose to a higher level than before, ' No photographers. No selfies with my brother. Where are the tv channels that you use to raise your ratings and popularity?'

She looked at Shinogai, ' Three months. It has been nearly three months since my brother was attacked and has lain in a coma and none of you bothered to visit and yet all of a sudden, here you are, sprouting like an unwanted weed and you have the audacity to come here and question members of my family.'

Stepping closer, her eyes full of tears, Girija yelled her pain out at Kavita, ' just a few minutes ago, a police officer dropped in like you and to inform me that Radhu who was like a child to me was dead. And how did he die, Minister? He was murdered, burnt and then hung from a tree and left there swinging from a rope.'

Kavita's eyes opened wide in shock and pain for she realized that she was the only one who knew that Radhu was not dead and that even his poor aunt was in the dark about him being alive and well.

Not knowing what to do, Kavita decided that it was not in her place to inform Girija that Radhu was alive and safe and looked at her and said, ' I am sorry. I am really sorry for intruding into your privacy and that of your brother's. Please forgive me and believe me when I say that I had none of those intentions that you just happened to mention in mind and my intention was a pure one and a well-intended one.'

Wiping her own tears, Kavita spoke in a humble and meek voice, ' Someday, you will understand me and my intention of coming here and I will wait until that day with patience.'

She looked at Shinogai, ' please forgive me for asking you such an impertinent question and again it was well-meant and you too will know the reason for it, someday.'

Shinogai stood up and placing the beads and koran next to Rajashekar, looked at Kavita, ' Someday. Minister, I know right now why you are here?'

Girija Padmanabhan grabbed Shinogai arm and asked, ' why is she here? what business does a Minister have with my Raja?'

' Very good reasons, Girima, and in a way, she has all the rights to be here, just like you and me are here.'

Dr.Girija Padmanabhan looked totally perplexed and then was left dumbfounded when she heard Shinogai say, ' She is your daughter-in-law, Girima. My daughter-in-law and our child now.'

Kavita stared at Shinogai, for she had no clue where her words had come from that although they brought joy to her heart also filled it with fear and trepidation as she began to wonder how the woman knew about her and Radhu.

Girija looked at Shinogai and then at Kavita but it was Kavita who looked at her and asked her, ' Who are you and how do you know about me and Radhu?'

Shinogai smiled lovingly, ' I am Radhu's mother and so it is only logical and obvious that I know everything about him and you, Minister.'

Placing a gentle hand on Kavita's head, Shinogai looked at her, ' Now, tell us why you are here, Kavita.'

' I came here to get my future father-in-laws blessings and I am glad I did that, for now, I can get both your blessings too.'

Unknown and Nameless-1

Sera, The Tapas Bar in Gopalapuram is one of the hottest, hippest and most happening place in Chennai and for many a year now. Every evening, regular customers flock to it like animals and birds flocking to a pond to get a drink of water before they retire for the night.

But, the place being expensive, it is almost the exclusive domain of the rich and the powerful. So, it is pretty common to see BMW's, Mercs and Porche's parked outside the bar with their drivers waiting for their owners to drink their fill and come out, hopefully, sooner than later, so that they could hit their own Tasmac shop and get their cheap and affordable fix before going home.

The place is also a popular destination for many who can afford its costs once a month or once in a year.

Pallavi, a regular customer of the place entered the bar at exactly 7.15 pm and the bartenders, Stella, Maria, Venu and Basudev looked at her and looked at each other and knew instantly that the lady was in a bad mood and in a mood to get drunk.

All four of them knew very well who Pallavi was and that her real name was Mrs. Pallavi Mahadevan, wife of Mr.Mahadevan, the owner of the company called Golden Goblet garments and exports. They also knew that she was super-elite and super-rich and yet for all that money, she was an amazingly simple and down to earth soul and also one who tipped not by hundreds but by the thousands.

She rarely came alone and usually came along with other super-rich women friends and they usually came in at about 9.00 pm and sat in their usual place and chatted, bitched, gossiped and had fun and left at 11.00 pm when the bar was closed for business although it was stretched out to 11.30 to 11.45 pm.

Her high heels made noises that screamed, ' Money, money, Italian designer' as she walked towards her usual place and sitting down raised a beautiful and expensively manicured finger which was a signal for her drink to be brought to the table.

Pallavi tapped her I-Phone and saw no missed calls or messages from her husband and fuming, cursing she placed the mobile back on the table and let her eyes roam around aimlessly while waiting for her daily fix of alcohol.

Her eyes saw him immediately for he sat at the farthest table and in the far corner of the bar and sat with his hands on the table and with his fingers circled around the glass that held amber-coloured scotch.

He looked up at her as if he had sensed her eyes on him and smiled at her and raised his glass in a manner of greeting and Pallavi not knowing what else to do after being caught staring at him, raised her hand, waved and looked away.

She was halfway through her drink and gathering courage and out of boredom, she glanced in the man's direction and saw him going through the menu, oblivious to her and her eyes.

Her first thought was, ' so good looking. Must be some film star or some hot shit.'

Her eyes caught sight of the grey in his jet black hair and by the looks of him, she judged him to be either in his early or in his mid-forties and then she returned to her drink.

The night moved on and after five drinks, Pallavi managed, as she always managed, to somehow walk with dignity and out of the bar and into her top-end BMW and return back to an empty home and to an empty bed.

Unknown and Nameless-2

Six days passed by before Pallavi's eyes caught sight of him and again in the same bar and seated at the same table. Their eyes connected and he smiled and nodded and Pallavi nodded back for that was the right and decent thing to do. But, she was also well versed in dealing with strange men and their passes, some subtle, most crude and always done after a few larges had gone down their tummies and their spirit had given rise to new spirits in their testicles.

She had heard from many a friend that most drunk men and their passes equalled to limp di..s and sorry tales. Betty whose real name was Bhavna was the one who slept around and well qualified to tell such tales and she concurred that most one night stands with drunken men either resulted in them falling asleep during their act or having to hear a night full of apologies and mostly having to do with them not getting an er...ion and the hot steamy night mostly descended into a comedy segment which had her running away from the hotel room while the man in question took hot showers and prayed to the God of Erec..ns.

This particular piece where she raised her daintily done eye-brows and referred to the God who supervised man's Genitals never failed to evoke a huge roar of laughter and this only set of Betty Bhavna to go and on about all those sorry and sad tales of her one-night stands.

Pallavi had many a time asked her as to why she persisted with these one night stands and Betty had always replied with the same answer, ' Pallu, just once, just once in my miserable life, I want to experience a night of mindblowing sex with the right man and then I will stop, baby. You can bet on that with my husband's bald pate and huge tummy as witnesses.'

Bhavna betty had gotten married very young to a man from a very rich Chettiar family and her husband who was awesome with money, stocks and markets was pathetic when it came to sex and her needs and after their only son had arrived, sex was a lost topic and totally forgotten.

Then, one night, totally drunk, she had gotten laid after going five years without sex with some drunk guy who thankfully she never had to meet again and the only thing that she had to declare to her close pals, Pallavi, Rani, Amaravathi and that too with pride was that the cobwebs in her Va..na had been cleared and that she was ready for action.

All of them were in their mid and late forties and all of them were married and with children although the marriages could be best described with the grade ' Just pass' and like the one you get when in school.

The thought of sleeping with someone other than her husband had crossed her mind many a time but she had never done it and the simple reason was that she loved and respected him a lot.

She looked up after the second drink and saw that the bar was still empty and that the time was still 8.15 pm and her eyes also saw that the man at the far end of the table was again looking at the menu card.

Then Pallavi did something that was totally against character. She stood up and catching Maria's eye, raised a finger and pointed it towards the table that she was going to sit in and it was the table in which the man sat all by himself.

She never knew what made her get up and join him and she would understand it only a few weeks later when they all sat in Betty's house, totally drink and shared their experiences that they had with him.

She stood at the table and said, ' Hi.Can I join you?'

He looked up and with a smile, said, ' Please do.'

Pallavi's eyes were stuck on him as she struggled to decide which of his features had more power, his eyes, his lips or the light that seemed to twinkle like diamonds in his eyes.

' I am Ashok.'

' I am Pallavi.'

Good morning. I wish you all a beautiful day and a peaceful weekend.

This brilliant poem written by Abdullah Shoaib can be read both ways, and both messages are so incredibly powerful.

I’m very ugly

So don’t try to convince me that

I am a very beautiful person

Because at the end of the day

I hate myself in every single way

And I’m not going to lie to myself by saying

There is beauty inside of me that matters

So rest assured I will remind myself

That I am a worthless, terrible person

And nothing you say will make me believe

I still deserve love

Because no matter what

I am not good enough to be loved

And I am in no position to believe that

Beauty does exist within me

Because whenever I look in the mirror I always think

Am I as ugly as people say?

Now read the same words, but bottom-up

air songs

The sea was white. Froth and surfy white as far as my eyes could see. Yesterday, the sea, I felt had been a middle-aged woman on whose head, the colours white and black had been fighting a terrible battle and had settled amicably for steel grey. The day before that the sea and her waves, a woman by nature had appeared like a young girl whose unruly mane had been all black and flowing like her restless spirit.

I sat before her and asked her, ' what's with all the froth and colours and different every day?'

' air, wind, breeze my child' she answered with a wave that splashed salty bubbles on my face.

She continued, ' the very same air that has grass and its kind waving and dancing in fields and on moorland and the very same air that you inhale and exhale.'

I held my breath and whispered, ' you are right for somedays the air and my breath and my thoughts reflect large waves and someday they are tiny and barely recognizable movements.'

It is the same air that lull and whip up the seas and oceans that whip up life and emotions in our souls and the very same air that enter the darkest and deepest of caves, hidden from light and life.

I asked the sea, ' is my breath carried all over this earth?'

' yes and it is the breath of countless lives, from countless Eons, that you now breathe in and out, and someday, long after you are gone, your breath will still linger, one and united with the countless others.'