I was eight. She was fourteen. I don’t remember how we communicated. I spoke Spanish and bits and pieces of bad English. She spoke Hindi. Maybe she spoke some bad English, too. I honestly don’t recall.
Such a glorious piece...I have read it before but loved having the magic wash over me again. I have never had the experience of a soulmate with whom I didn't share a language. This was a piece of beauty that I am glad you made flesh by honoring dear Madhu here. I, too, hope she is happy.
I think our age, our innocence, and our respective sense of curiosity, along with our particular circumstances, allowed for us to have that kind of pure human connection. It was sweet.
Such a glorious piece...I have read it before but loved having the magic wash over me again. I have never had the experience of a soulmate with whom I didn't share a language. This was a piece of beauty that I am glad you made flesh by honoring dear Madhu here. I, too, hope she is happy.
I think our age, our innocence, and our respective sense of curiosity, along with our particular circumstances, allowed for us to have that kind of pure human connection. It was sweet.