Fun isn’t always the big things we do and plan, it’s the cultivation of relationships formed and friendships born. When I pour my coffee or tea in the morning and come here to my site it warms my heart to find comments on my page from so many of you. I find myself thinking about you during the day and wondering how you are doing. I love hearing what your next amazing piece is and commenting on yours as well. It’s such a sweet exchange, that I’ve grown to look forward to.
Sometimes I’m lost in the W.P. abyss of trying to figure out how to fix something and some of you have been so awesome to help me navigate the W.P. maze. Thank you for that!!! Other times, I find out, some of you have the same issues as I do (misery loves company), so then I don’t feel so inadequate. When in doubt, blame it on W.P. 🤣 Hahaha!
Then there is someone who goes the extra mile and their comments are always so heartfelt on your page and somehow you develop a friendship, but can you really develop a real relationship on word press? My family says no and thinks I’m crazy and they don’t think I should be engaging as much as I do, but I’ve never listened to them, thankfully. Crazy, I might be; but in love and life, I choose to be me and I’ll take my chances.
So this is a little poem I made up about this special human being I have grown to know and love.
Once there was a woman from the U.S. who met a young man from India.
A chance meeting you’d say because they met on Word Press,
where everyone loves everone or so they say. 🤣🥰😊
They exchange comments; talk and zoom and discuss world affairs and habits.
He’s an engineer and she’s a yogini,
and their hours are such, that they should not have time.
She sips her wine and he drinks his whiskey and sometimes gets drunk,
racing cars and chasing after smart pretty woman.
He’s supposed to get “ringed” but she says why rush?”
They talk about caste and no sense can be made,
of this life that is tainted by greed, power and money.
He eats burgers and pizza and she lentils and rice,
such is the way of an international life.
How do you know if a friendhip is true?
I guess you never know,
but I know that I am grateful to him anyhoo.
He teaches me things, no one else would have the patience to.
Together they laugh and get down to brass tax,
because they don’t have much time,
before one of them will have to sleep.
So it’s good morning and good night!
What a perfect relationship!
We all should have one, because there’s no time to fight.
This sloth eats Pizza 
and burgers 
They both eat lentils 
The Yogini eats salads
For me that someone is Kumar Harsh. I wanted to pay Kumar for his help getting my site changed but he would not take any money from me as he tells me I give him wisdom and support in his workouts, his food choices etc. I’ll never forget his comment when I said if I were 20 years younger, I could go for you and he respectfully said “If I may Cindy, I think of you more like my grandmother.” Arrow straight to the heart. Ouch! Lol. How did I get “old” (I still think I’m 20) so fast! So, I now refer to him as my Grandson. I am so grateful because my son won’t help me with W.P. because it frustrates him, my assistant can only do so much and I feel lost in the question que that doesn’t get answered right away.
So this is to Kumar who I am so grateful to have in my life. I have had so much fun Zooming with him at God crazy hours, teaching me emojis, funny pictures, helping me get my Ukelele tuned, etc. We can lament over the injustices in the world and at home and laugh at the silliest things. I’m not sure what I have done for him but I am trying to fix him up and I have my eyes on some of you. Even though I don’t believe in arranged marriages necessarily, in this case I think my hunches are pretty good. He’s a little shy so you might need to reach out to him… just sayin, he’s available and too young to be thinking of marriage at the ripe ole age of 27 in my humble (which I never am) opinion.
When I shared the poem I wrote he said “what about the moon poem you were going to write?” I knew this very silly poem would never suffice, so I made this one for him to honor his poetry which could never compare to his, but is an attempt. I hope you like it Kumar and all of you do too.
The moon comes up deflecting the light of the sun,
Same hues different lighting,
Colors so beautiful: one dark, one light…
Truth is all that matters when eyes shine bright,
I look in your eyes and you in mine,
And love exists no matter age, hair or skin,
Your spirits infinite wisdom, ignites my birth rite of fun,
As you come up, I go down,
As you let go, I let in,
Such is the gift of dreams coming through in colors and visions that inspire,
Giving hope for a another bright day.
When there are never enough hours in a day to get all I need to get done finished, sometimes I think what the “hell are you doing texting or zooming with funny face emojis and stories”? However, when I laugh so hard I pee, I’m grateful for these moments where I’m free to be me and engage with my silly side, much to my families chagrin.
Please do see his website above and his new song he just featured playing the guitar.
Thank so much for reading, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing.
I am truly grateful for our interaction and friendship.
Blessings,
❤️😇
Cindy
