The Raw me - As mystery unfolds

                                                                 I want to be loved the way jasmine loves the mango tree— not in haste, but by gently climbing into its soul. To flower together, to bear fruit together, rooted in purpose, soft with happiness. A love that is quiet yet alive, soulful in its giving, abundant in its becoming. Spreading joy without trying, offering shade, fragrance, sweetness to everyone who passes by. Caring for one another through seasons of bloom and fall, until time itself grows tired and lets us rest— still entwined. - *Chippy Mohan*

Last week I walked the windy, cold sea, My mind begging me to stay back just one more day. I did not want to taste a freedom I feared I might never hold again. Yet the moment I went, I stood still, facing the horizon, Thinking of a life, of a handful of people Who seemed to know happiness so naturally. Take me out— Of this quiet ache, this waiting heart. When waves kissed my feet for nearly an hour, Tears slipped through my eyes— Not knowing whether they belonged to joy or pain. Joy, for meeting a few beautiful souls, And among them, a brother. Three days— Brief, deep, unforgettable. Three days I will always remember. -Chippy Mohan