
How my emotions operate
A poem about how my emotions operate


“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.




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

Being in the Ashram, the answer to what vitality means has unraveled for me.

Ik ben geprogrammeerd om eerst aan mijzelf te denken. Daar ben ik niet trots op.

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.
