It just happened, my childhood flashing before me, there and then.
Warmth filled my chest as I listened to mum chattering vividly about my infancy from the front seat.
Dad joined in the fun, adding nitty little details which mum had missed.
My sisters giggled, I looked out into the night and smiled.
It was such a magical moment, I didn’t want it to end.
I realised how strong our bond is.
We spent our afternoon at that special place again.
A place of peace, tranquility and zen.
I could spend my whole afternoon here.
Love how the leaves on the Bodhi tree rustle amidst the wind,
and how the meditation chamber exudes the faint aroma of timber and incence,
and how slowly time trickles here.
Even the air felt fresher when I closed my eyes and breathed it.
Fascinating place.
It’s here I found peace and the silence I yearned to listen to my inner voice.































































