I did what I could at that moment, reaching out to give her what I thought would be a comforting hug, only to be shrugged off pointedly...

This time round, surrounded by my loving tribe, I no longer feel afraid of stepping onto mushy grounds or rocks barefooted.

Yet they were all true—didn’t I experience all of them for real? It was mind-blowing, emotional, gratifying and liberating all at once.

Before we knew what hit us, we were chortling non-stop at every wisecrack made...

Deep down, there were always doubts about my ability to connect to the metaphysical side...

Wednesdays are Coconut Oil Making days.

To pillion someone is tough, to pillion two is tougher, but to pillion two along the narrow rice field tracks is the stuff of legends!

Call me simpleminded but I find it so therapeutic to do these supposedly mundane tasks!

The local people believe that in asking for purification, we are ready to release what is no longer needed or good for us...

I noticed that when I was comfortable in my own skin and accepted my supposed imperfections like that, nobody seemed to notice them too.

Nobody tells you what to do and how you should do it—it’s your own choice, at your own pace.

This inner voice telling me that I needed to learn to make my stand and not always be fearful of upsetting people with what I had to say.

The rain will stop in a moment. The sun and the moon will always take their place in the sky at the opportune time.

The smoke and sparks went bonkers and as I tried to scurry away to avert what I sensed was incoming danger.

Before I could even register what happened, I saw the ground rushing up to greet me. All within five seconds.

Still we kept singing until IT happened—our voices started to merge into One Voice.

The moment we saw the lush greenery within the compound and the beautiful swimming pool at the end, we knew we got ourselves a deal.

The Balinese have a daily ritual where they would offer prayers and offerings to the gods, ancestors and spirits of the land.

Everyone started to sing and sway along—Indonesian, Singaporean, Vietnamese—it didn’t matter that I didn’t understand what was being sung.

It didn’t matter who we are, where we come from. We are all just humans celebrating love.