That small patch of your cheek shivers in that cold touch, and you giggle within, the warm breath and the cold of the red nose swim over each other like two seas dancing together for the sky to see. I look for such love and such lovers in wide-open fields and I see none. So you, me and a Dog named Love and a Horse named Lover crossed over to the field to fill it up with unseen flowers.

When do we ever grow Lover asked me. And I turned to you. You twisted little blades of grass around Love's paw and laughed at Lover who sighed a soft sigh, only as soft as horses can be. I grew when I slept. Everyday, the picture was colored a little more. When I was awake, the years seemed to swirl around me, and at night, they swept over the bedcovers and entered me through my little toes.

When the babies will be born, Love can watch them grow. For Love in later years, wants to look at young things grow in the shade of wild trees. Love stretches its neck for me to scratch it and I laugh as it yawns into the cold Sun's face. When I close my eyes, it is suddenly night. And I open them, and daylight, strangely resembling the softness of moonlight, floods in and the eyelids feel like red curtains.

Far away, small button size leaves find their way into Lover's mouth. You, me, a Dog named Love and a Horse named Lover have often been here, in our search for a house to live in. But the house played hide and seek and hid in corners not yet touched by daylight. Love and Lover then look for that small house and we sit under trees counting falling leaves.

Kutti was my female alter-ego/shadow, whom fate or whatever causes people to run into each other, caused to dash into me. However after I left India, our collisions grew errant and have then ceased, almost. I had discovered her unique poems, stories, wonders, what are they?, earlier today, so here they are.