Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers,

When writing my blog in Armenia, it focused more so on the activities in participated in on a daily basis, and how I thought these fit into my perspective on the wilder world. It’s alot different here in Gokarna and I am here more so to look into myself. For this reason, many of my posts in the following month will be creative adaptations of interactions and observations I have with the humans and animals around me. No names will be given and personal stories will be interpeted abstractly.

If that doesn’t float your boat, then feel free to leave the ship or just hop onboard every now and then. I won’t be offended. Although I would love for you guys to continue to enjoy my posts, all future writings are for myself.

And to set the tone, here is my poem about the day I met a dragonfly..

Sapphire, ethereal, the blue bottle dragonfly sits,
Mystical by sight, but little is known of the insects flight,
Where does she roam when out of the photographers shot?
Does beauty still exist if the beholder gets lost?

“These netted wings would look beautiful in my mothers porch.” I think,
But what thoughts are hiding behind the shades? In the kitchen sink?
Her jewelled colours are so striking, my mother’s personality comes to mind,
What you see is what you get, but hues are left to find.

What are you sewing dragonfly? A weave of suffering tales?
Will we all be sheltered by your dainty veil?
Please Mrs dragonfly, won’t you stay for tea?
I’ve felt so lonely recently,
And it would mean so much to me.