Of virtual sex and real love,
Of wrinkled shirts and sweaty bodies,
Of deafening bawls and awakening whispers,
Of quick glances and long stares,
Of discernible truth and blatant lie,
Of coconut oil and its profound smell,
Of lots of pushing and little shoving,
Of immense bewilderment and insignificant knowledge,
Of friends and lovers,
Of life and death,
Of a journey like always and never before.
