I felt you that day we climbed the mango tree, when India first pulsed through my heart, and you breathed wonder onto the nape of my neck. You’ve been with me ever since. A seed of possibility planted so deeply in my centre, that sometimes it gets buried by fear and disappointment, and the illusion of despair. But then come the moments when the force of your softness is undeniable. A presence that rises to the surface in the space between wanting and waiting.