Gabrielle Hosein

Once upon a time there was a little river who wanted to be a linguist. She knew that only fancy people at the United Nations or in stuffy universities got to be linguists, but she didn’t care.

At Maracas the other morning, I collected a heart-shaped stone which told me this story: Once upon a time, there were two mountains. They each were so tall they could commune with the cosmos.

Choices. You have to live with them, both the good and the bad ones. What you decide is a good or bad choice only comes with hindsight, and hindsight isn’t neutral.

Every year for my anniversary, bridal mehendi is etched on my hands and feet. It’s a ritual symbolising more than the marriage.

The only thing stopping me from burning down billboards is the fact that I don’t drive around with gasoline and a flame-thrower in my trunk.

Saturday was spent zooming to San Fernando, first through traffic and then rain.

Last Friday, I completed International Women’s Day by walking the labyrinth at the Anglican cathedral in Port-of-Spain.

Giving love to your baby makes your heart flutter like butterfly wings. Spontaneously getting love back makes your heart soar.