“Amara are you crying?” “No, you are not” I shifted under the Comforter in bed. Sniffling. “What is it?” “Why are you crying now when you are almost drifting off to sleep? I sat upright as the strains of a song filtered into my room from the hallway. ‘God You’re So Good’ A Duet by…
“Do not tell me. I don’t want to hear it again”. I groaned as anger-spiced tears sprang. By now, I had uncurled from the Baby pose to a Plank position on my Prayer Mat. The words rankled as I read them “for I know the plans I have for you, plans for welfare and not for…
“does he even hear?” I muttered petulantly as I envisaged myself walking away with a resigned look. “you know he does” “does he really care?” “do you think he doesn’t?” “flipping answer the question and stop throwing it back at me. I ask the questions here!” I screamed out in my head at the 6am…
“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…
