A year in moments #15 – the ‘what have I got myself into, am-I-going-to-die?’ moment

I was told I was to accompany Sandeepan’s husband later that day to some accommodation outside of Shimla. It seemed like an instruction rather than a request. I was in Northern India and had connected with a family who ran an NGO which helped with the education and empowerment of women and remote villages. They ran volunteering programmes and were thinking of offering the volunteers … Continue reading A year in moments #15 – the ‘what have I got myself into, am-I-going-to-die?’ moment

A year in moments #13 – You see me

“I read your stuff.” “You did?” “Yeah. I read pretty much everything you write.” “You do?” He laughed. “Yes, of course. Why do you think I wouldn’t?” Because none of my other partners did. You see me. It’s a wonderful thing to be seen, you see (pun intended), and I’ve realised it’s something that’s really important to me. That simple act of acknowledgement makes me … Continue reading A year in moments #13 – You see me

A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet

Continued from Meeting The Poet… It was 3 months exactly since we first met, this time Friday 13th December. There were only two Fri 13ths in 2019, and we’d met on both, neither of which were planned. We were supposed to have met the Wednesday before, but I’d pushed it back to Friday because I couldn’t be arsed to go out after a busy day … Continue reading A year in moments #12 – first date with The Poet

A year in moments #10 – the mountaintop emotional meltdown

I was absolutely exhausted. It was a week since got back from Jordan where I’d run the Wadi Rum Ultramarathon and just a few weeks before I was moving to New Zealand and I’d spent no time in that week having any rest. In fact, it was the opposite – late nights and every day filled to the brim. I’d been finishing up at work; … Continue reading A year in moments #10 – the mountaintop emotional meltdown

A year in moments #9 – the story based on a poem

He laid awake, looking to his left. The light was just starting to peek through the curtains. She was facing away from him, sleeping. He watched her shoulder and the curve of her back, just exposed by the covers. She gently turned over to him, her eyelids giving away that she wasn’t yet awake. He watched her face; her beauty. He watched her breathe, the … Continue reading A year in moments #9 – the story based on a poem