wanderings & wonderings

We stepped onto each other's paths, you and I, your journey and mine entwined

Born of love, one likes to think. They never told you. Actions speak louder than words. Their actions told of no love unspoken but instead .

Finally. Just gone midnight and I am about to go and make some porridge and get yet another bottle of water.

I wandered into a dark broom-cupboard of a second-hand bookshop in Ubud, Bali a while ago. As I crossed its musty threshold I was ...