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The months that followed after Michael proposed that I visit India were tumultuous ones. One moment I was happy, looking forward to the prospect of going to a country that hopefully resembled home and the next it felt as if the rug was pulled out from under me. It began with small things and it all began a few weeks after we returned from Hayvenhurst. I had been out all day and when I returned home I found the house rather quiet. I did not hear the sound of music being played, nor did I see Michael in the den or the kitchen or even the studio. I peeked into his room and he wasn't there either. "I wonder where everyone is. Michael told me h

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since Mike and I returned home. Mike has been pretty quiet ever since I told him about that dream I had. I think he feels bad that he cannot help me feel better for neither of us have control either over time or over this parallel world thing. It's been nearly a year and I still can't believe it. My world has turned upside down in a way I could never imagine. I keep telling Michael that I am happy to be with him but he knows it's not completely true. Sometimes I wish I could tell him the kinds of things I day dream about but I think he'd just feel worse about the whole situation. Maybe someday I will tell him

As night tucks her children to sleep Under her blanket of comforting dark And lady moon peeks out from behind the clouds, I see the stars with their ancient light and beauty And I think of happy moments I've had in this world with you. I've seen the same moon, the light from those same stars But I did not experience them the way I do now… Once night-time filled with me with fear – A fear of ghosts and things unknown But now you've shown me that night is the time of Magic and Romance. When I was afraid of imaginary monsters, You taught me to laugh At the odd ways in which I perceived the furniture in my room. When I w

Bright summer mornings The sun warm on my skin. Sunflowers soaking in the warmth And shining from deep within. Affectionate loving kisses Your arms snug around me. The birds chirp in the green branches Of every oak tree. Summer's the time for love The time for passion and romance. For  that's when we are together And our hearts sing and dance. That is what I dream of Every cold winter day. A hot cup of coffee warms my  hands But you are far away.

Are you still around Michael? Are you still here? Have you really gone Michael Or are you somewhere near? Can you hear our songs Michael? Can you hear our prayers? Can you read our stories Michael The words we put out there? Do you still dance Michael? Do you still sing? Are you truly happy Michael In heaven with everything? Do you miss your kids Michael? Do you miss your mother? Do you miss your fame Michael Or miss your sisters and brothers? I ask you all these questions Michael, Cos it's what I think about I really miss you Michael Of that there is no doubt.

The blazing heat of the summer sun beats down upon me as I run on loose, dry mud, chasing my cousins in a game of 'Catch'. I am just a little girl, about four or five years old and I am at my aunt's house. I love her house, it's so different from my own. Instead of being surrounded by tall concrete structures, here the houses are enveloped by the lush beauty of nature. I can see a man climbing a coconut tree, as agile as a cat and I find myself back in Bombay, in my school. It's lunch hour and I am playing with my friends. I return to my classroom and my mother walks in with a comb in her hand. "You will be late for school Aanchal, let me bra