I am from the mango orchards, the fruit of summer from that old mud house and dusty lanes. I am from the undulating paddy fields, and the vast yellow wheat plains.

I am from the endless stretch of marigold, the happy bougainvillea. I am from the painting and reading books, from Rukmini and Nom.

From nani, a small girl and gudiya, a doll. I am from Tarai and hills and, rice and chicken soup. From helping and being honest,

from alcoholism and education. I am from lush green plains, from the deep dark woods, from the compassion that gives you life.

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Hi, Sangita, I like your piece: it gives the reader a sense of place; the images provides the context for your work and the the spare, minimalist lines radiates the culture and circumstances that shape who you are now. Yeah, the exercise must have been a pleasurable experience for you as it was for me.

Best regards, Lina/libudsuroy

Blessings, libudsuroy

''Every Day is a Journey and the Journey itself is Home.'' (Matsuo Basho)

Hi Libudsuroy,

So glad you liked my poem! It was an attempt to sketch where i belong and yes the exercise was wonderfully creative and joyous. Thank you so much for linking it dear sister. :)

With love,


YES, We are from the same place. I dreamt about marigold last week, I got the message of being humane in any situation.

All my love sister,

Olutosin Oladosu Adebowale Founder/Project Coordinator Star of Hope Transformation Centre 512 Road F Close Festac Town Lagos-Nigeria https:

Yes, we all belong to ONE big community my dear sister! im so glad we all are here with one cause and one shared dream. God be with you!

With love,