Wishes made of these:
'I will see you in the trees,' he croons,
'And in every breeze.
I will see you when the lotus blooms
And even at her death -
For you will never die,' he says,
'As long as I have breath.'
With two brothers close in age married and settled into the rhythm of loving and being loved, it is inevitable that I get asked about my 'status'. For example, at the hairdressers yesterday, very succinctly: 'Single? Married? Single-ah? Ah, single.' I suppose I ought to be flattered that people think there is some possibility that I may be dusted off the shelf someday.
While the moon gets to work on possibilities, I listen to the koyal crooning afternoon love songs, and measure the full weight of my contented heart...