I have a really bad headache and I really would like to just sail through the rest of the week in peace.
I don't feel like I am in a good space now so I will write about a few things that will soothe me.
There's a desert. Ochre and gold sand. A shaman is sitting on a small rock that is set up against a large boulder. The boulder gleams like an ivory-white candle. The shaman rolls up a thick, dried leaf - the leaf is almost black and stiff. But it does not chip or flake off. It gets rolled up into a flute and then the shaman plays the flute. It's a sweet lilting melody. As he plays, droplets start emerging from the environment - tears of poets and their uses who lived on that land - and all these droplets start forming a bird.
Warm paratha - a nice, thick, rich layered one with sweet boondi.
Thick, strong coffee with jaggery powder and creamy coconut milk.
Dress in a white crushed velvet, form-fitting and long and sweeting.
Satin shees in blush.
A pond with hundreds of white and pink lotuses. Each one carries a moon in the center.
A forest where there is a plant or tree or flower or fruit for every single desire in the world - the desire of an antelope and the desire of an empress. Some of these get moist with verse every dawn. And when the sun shines on them during the day, they raise up and disappear..only to come into being for a shaman who summons a water bird with his flute.
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