India

Mijn eerste verkering

“Wie vind jij het knapst?” Zo begon het op het schoolplein in groep 7. Ik was net van basisschool gewisseld en kwam in een nieuwe klas terecht.

Desire

A poem about Desire

Why do I keep asking why?

Week four in the Ashram. Surrender is peaceful, but the silence is disturbed by my own whispers tickling my ears.

First Ashram impression

Moving from Sri Lanka to India feels similar to moving from Guatemala to Mexico, but then the Asian version of it. The moment I stepped onto Indian soil, I could feel its history pulse through my body.