On my 10th birthday, my mother hid 10 gifts all around our 100 year old mansion and sprawling garden. I found one wrapped in blue stars on a high (higher than me) branch of a juggernaut of a jackfruit tree, one tiny golden gift sewn to the top of the dining room curtain, one hidden in red mittens inside the oven….you get the drift…it was wonderland and I was princess.
That night my mom said to me, much after I’d blown the candles and all of that…’ when you make a wish, have no limitations. Now close your eyes and imagine you in your wish’. I wished for magical worlds like the ones in the books I’d been reading , ones I could go have an adventure in. In a wink of just a few weeks my family lost everything. I got my new world. To the 10 year old me, who learnt to do dishes and get groceries, it was strangely fun. In a few months we moved across continents and I had my new world yet again. And again…
This August, as our lives go up in a curve we want to see plateau and our hearts scatter wishes like dandelions into the wind, I crane my neck to see around the corner. What’s my next world like?
My August calendar
flush with post-its pinned to a
staircase to somewhere
Mindfills by s.s. for
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