Team Flow
The day began with emails and WhatsApps, then a call with Melsy, Annalie, and Shade. It felt beautiful to have everyone on together, discussing the flow of the website. From a bird’s eye view to the finer details, the energy moved well. We agreed to pick up again on Friday while I’m in transit at Johannesburg airport — a strange but fitting place to continue the conversation.
A Stern Truth
Later, I met Manesh for lunch — my guardian of boxes, and in many ways, a guardian angel. We sat in a Japanese restaurant he once frequented with his late son. His presence carried both weight and wisdom.
As we spoke of business, his advice was stern, direct, illuminating. “You need to do this, this, this.” The clarity sent a rush through me — even heart palpitations — as the reality of what must be done pressed in. Overwhelming, yet necessary.
I gave him a Hanuman from Sri Lanka, the monkey god. He shared the dual stories: adored in Sri Lanka, doubted in India. That duality struck me. Not all will love you. Show up authentic, and let the rest fall away.
Tears on the Road
On the drive home, the weight broke open. The youngest would not see me. Tears came — a flood of grief, loss, the sharp pain of what once was family. A life I once knew dissolving behind me.
A Moment with the Eldest
But there was also a presence. Meeting my eldest bonus son, sitting together in Nando’s, I saw him — shaved head, strong, handsome, becoming himself. Mischief in his words, light in his growth.
On the way back, he shared unexpected news: Maya had gone to London to see my family. A strange shock. Another reminder of how life moves in ways beyond my knowing.
Dropping him off, I waited outside their home, no longer my family. The strangeness of once belonging, now watching from the outside.
Closing the Day
Returning home, I sat in meditation, letting the tears, the truth, and the duality settle. It was a twilight day — part shadow, part illumination. A reminder that authenticity is the only ground I have left.
