Siri Vennala Kanti: the moonlight that guides this wandering boat

Geetanjali: the melody into which this song escapes into

Chivaripadi: the final poem into which each and every word composes into

Varada Mohini: the angel who travels across the great flood and appears with a pot of nectar

Vaahana Dehi: the quicksilver who put the wheels underneath this pedestrian life

Anna Lakshmi: the satiator who intuits my hunger irrespective of time and place

Ananta Grihini: the shape that dwells still in the deepest recesses of my heart cupping a lamp that glows fast

Saraswati: the firm voice that kept me up at night and turned me into an educated man

Grihalakshmi: the foundation that turned a figment of my imagination into a real home

Jantasaari: the companion who walks with me hand-in-hand

Amrita malli: the bud who blossoms into a shower of jasmine at my touch

Garba Grihini: the womb whose umbilical stretches across space lighting up a path for our little princess

Jwaalamukhi: the flame that scorches any and all vestiges of fear, weakness, and inertia

Chandana sparshini: the sandalwood paste that anoints my aching limbs with her balmy embrace.

These are but a few that light up some of the moments of our journey so far. So many more lay hidden, ready to be unearthed and cherished like the countless pebbles lying on the shore of the lake I found you one far away life and keep returning to it again and again while the moonlight casts it spell on this seeker.