(Backdated post: 5 August 2015, published 29 September 2015)

Written in a hotel lobby in Cambodia just before departing for the airport.

Sugar-coated rainbows and spice-filled sunrise; caramel swirls and crystal dew. The splendid breath of morning’s arrival, the gentle glow of sun-bathed land. Green grass and wide meadows, honey-comb houses and blooming daffodils. Flighty butterflies flirting with the breeze, engaged in a vibrant tango with gravity. Beauty born from fragility.

Cobbled lanes lined with ash grey roofs; red, purple, blue, green coloured walls. Canals that rolls out in seamless spools, natural and at ease. Romanticism. Artistic and elegant towns; culture-infused, architecturally, aesthetically point on. A feast for the eyes.

Pristine beaches with fine-grained sand; soft, calming, smoothly therapeutic. Sea water is cool, evaporates from your feet, tingling and bright. The nape of your neck eases with the gentle caress of the sea’s motherly touch, the cool chill encloses the body in a comforting embrace. Hold me, hide me; all is safe; hug the body the way the sea hugs the shore.

Street bustles, in the midst of hoi polloi. Cacophonic musak, honking of cars, starting of gas engines. The white noise of high-pressure efficiency amplifies with the obnoxious clash of different accents, the incessant ring of mobile phones, piercingly sharp clicking of heels against concrete and marble. Drowns out the faintest reminiscence of rustling leaves.

Dry air. Breath in; the inhalation of sandy heat and the aroma of barrenness – potential, possibility, death. Oasis glistening beneath setting sun emits the fragrance of hope, life, cleanse. Mirage hanging on the horizon; inhale the calm fulfilment, cathartic.

The world tastes, looks, feels, sounds, and smells like happiness.

- 3:42PM

(Backdated post: 5 August 2015, published 29 September 2015)

Written in a hotel lobby in Cambodia just before departing for the airport.

Sugar-coated rainbows and spice-filled sunrise; caramel swirls and crystal dew. The splendid breath of morning’s arrival, the gentle glow of sun-bathed land. Green grass and wide meadows, honey-comb houses and blooming daffodils. Flighty butterflies flirting with the breeze, engaged in a vibrant tango with gravity. Beauty born from fragility.

Cobbled lanes lined with ash grey roofs; red, purple, blue, green coloured walls. Canals that rolls out in seamless spools, natural and at ease. Romanticism. Artistic and elegant towns; culture-infused, architecturally, aesthetically point on. A feast for the eyes.

Pristine beaches with fine-grained sand; soft, calming, smoothly therapeutic. Sea water is cool, evaporates from your feet, tingling and bright. The nape of your neck eases with the gentle caress of the sea’s motherly touch, the cool chill encloses the body in a comforting embrace. Hold me, hide me; all is safe; hug the body the way the sea hugs the shore.

Street bustles, in the midst of hoi polloi. Cacophonic musak, honking of cars, starting of gas engines. The white noise of high-pressure efficiency amplifies with the obnoxious clash of different accents, the incessant ring of mobile phones, piercingly sharp clicking of heels against concrete and marble. Drowns out the faintest reminiscence of rustling leaves.

Dry air. Breath in; the inhalation of sandy heat and the aroma of barrenness – potential, possibility, death. Oasis glistening beneath setting sun emits the fragrance of hope, life, cleanse. Mirage hanging on the horizon; inhale the calm fulfilment, cathartic.

The world tastes, looks, feels, sounds, and smells like happiness.

- 3:42PM