Features on GPCY Expanded Minds
On the 23rd of August 2020 a friend of mine, Eshen Moodley, his website, namely, GPCY Expanded Minds. He asked me to write some pieces for the site, and below are what I wrote for some of his catalogues. The link to his website is: https://gpcy23.myportfolio.com
M & A
I believe in soul mates. I really do. What I don’t believe in, however, is best friends. I don’t think you can just say – this one, this one right here – that’s my best friend who will be here forever and always. I also don’t think that you can place certain friends in higher regard than others. No. People come and go through our lives for different reasons. People move cities and things change. But truly, the connection will never change. That’s why I believe in soul mates and not best friends. When you have a connection so strong with someone, not just romantic, but platonic too – it’s eternal. It’s eternal and you know it. Because even when they’re gone, and you hear the song that you always used to sing with them, the strings of your heart pull tighter. When you walk past all of the places that you laughed with them till your bellies ached, you can’t help but smile. And when it’s 3am and your chest feels emptier than it’s ever been, all you wish for is their voice. Because you loved them. Because you will always love them. And if you read this, and your heart rises up in your chest, you must know that you’ve had at least one soul mate in your life. Chances are that you’ve had more than one. How lucky our souls are to burn so brightly in love with other souls.
18
There is something about the day you turn 18. All of a sudden the universe has transferred freedom into your hands. The ability to do and be whoever you desire. In theory, it sounds like one of the most exciting days of your life. It is up there with those momentous occasions most people dream of – leaving high school, graduating from university, buying your first home and getting married. But in reality, turning 18 was not the perfect picture I had painted in my head. Sure, I got my driver’s license, I could legally drink, soon I’d be off to my dream university and I’d leave high school far behind me. But it was scary. It was damn scary. Suddenly I had this responsibility to survive. If anything failed now in my life, the only person responsible would be me. The crippling anxiety of growing up is masked behind the big birthday party we all look forward to. But it was that day, that very birthday party, that I realised I needed to step up. That there is more than the perfect picture I had painted in my head. And maybe that actually isn’t scary at all. Maybe that is the most exciting thing that any of us will realise. And I realised it when the clock turned and I became 18 – there is more. Much, much more.

Italian Love Story
Pt1 Love for the Country – Her Perspective
I’m a terrible hopeless romantic. I often fall in love with the covers of books. My knees are weak for many strangers that have once smiled at me. I can create a whole love story in my mind just sitting on a train staring out the window. For me, everything could be a love story.
But there was something unique about my love story with Italy. Maybe it’s because it’s in my blood. Italy is in every essence of my being.
I think I love Italy because everything about it is so loud. Every person you come across in this country is loud. They’re loud because they have something to say. And I love that.
The food screams it’s own existence too, because it was prepared with love and pride. What is there not to love about that.
The sceneries in Italy are so overwhelmingly loud that sometimes my dreams of the country make me sad. It makes me sad because before Italy, I never knew you could miss a place so vividly. I can close my eyes and I can see the vibrant colours of Burano, every beach bar in Porto San Giorgio, the flowers of Norcia, the remnants of the Roman empire, the turquoise waters of Lago di Garda… I can see it all.
Maybe that’s what love is. Maybe love is loud. It doesn’t hide itself and it etches a memory that you’ll never be able to shake. I just hope I never lose this love.
Little did I know my love for you laid across the platform where he looked up and smiled.

Pt3 Love for Yourself
a year later and I think about her every day. Every single day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I long for her warm waters, and her strong statures. the lack of her air has left me in despair. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I am unaware of when we can join again. but I no longer pine for her because I have peace knowing God has kept me home to finish His masterpiece. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and there is so much more of her that I desire to discover but maybe I need to learn something here. and maybe one day I will miss this place just as much as I miss her.




