As I sipped the first Centilitres of water,I felt it spread across my entire being as if I was that oak tree which longed for water.My being wrote a new page of its cosmic readings…Full moon meditation is definitely my thing.

I wanted more…..Once per month event,it was longed as a need to embark into a sea of positivity which enabled one’s metabolism to rejuvenate itself.

As we howled to the moon,screaming therapy was followed by Gibberish and laughter therapy.Felt like Jelly.Flu was almost inexistant as we braved the wind for 4 hours till midnight.

Memory recalled sweet 16,which witnessed a wonderful immersion into the abyss of 3hours daily devotion for a 365 span of a mixture of veggies,mantras and Reiki.

A decade afterwards,networking brought friendship reunion under the moon and it was the start of something which re-initiated that pristine thirst…….