Dear Reader, There was this prince who was forced to relocate from his country.     As in he was given no option but to practically abandon all and move to some foreign land.   It was no fun period for him as he was married with no child yet.    Imagine what his new wife must have felt.  Separation from her father's house into a new family and right before settling in, her crazy husband comes with this story of jettisoning all that was familiar for some uncertain future.     It was probably more painful because she had married into a comfortable

"How do you know to do that?"  I poked at her leaves Silence. "I mean, how and when to fold your leaves like that" I gingerly jabbed at the leaves again Who talks to a plant, right? Although walking this treacherous road has almost had me questioning my sanity, especially at those earlier stages, I still know I am not crazy. Moreso, I have been a soliloquist for as far back as I could recall therefore sitting on my yoga mat and talking to this Maranta plant was not a big deal in my books. I had finally roused myself from a