Rainbow Eyes

And so my friend says: „it’s not so bad missing out on a waterfall when you’re with him“. Is exactly how I felt. 

Going into my yoga practice, waking up my body after some dancing, I’m rolling up on my back Tharu‘s face appears right in front of me. I laugh in surprise, he’s smiling at me. This boyish whimsical smile, the twinkle in his eye. I’ve just finished, he’s sitting down with me, hugs me. We start kissing. What an impeccable timing. „Are you hungry? Did you already eat?“ I’m hungry. It’s already 3pm again. „I can bring you food.“

I shower, we go together on his bike to a tiny local place to get the typical curry buffet again that’s a bliss and culinary explosion every time. „Take the jackfruit and fried lentil burger, a pancake with coconut and honey for dessert“. I love how he’s mixing up all the different curries with the huge pile of rise on his plate, stuffing it into his mouth with his fingers. 

We go back on his bike „See it’s better on the bike than walking after eating“. He’s smiling. I start laughing my ass off. No it’s not.

Returning he’s sitting down with me at the tent, we lie down arm in arm. He puts the cigarette in my mouth. „You have rainbow eyes. Beautiful.“ We start kissing. Glued together again. [as I’m writing this, he’s touching my back softly sitting next to me on the couch].

„Massage time?“ I smile bright at him. He’s getting a big sheet and some oil, putting it in my tent. I knew this was going to be a relaxing happy ending full body massage. Only in these countries I start understanding what it means truly to live with your heart, by your soul in the moment. No words needed, no explanation for doing what or why at any moment, only doing what you are. We don’t speak much. It’s not about the past or the future. It’s about who we are deep down inside. No language or concepts needed, only our heart seeing the other one. Spending some of our precious time on this earth together, sharing parts of us with no strings attached. 

We end this night early. I’m exhausted. I come back from my phone call. „You want strawberry tea?“. He hands me pakoras. „Take the other one, it has more curry, is better“. Again feeding me before going to sleep. He looks at my necklace „this necklace is strong“. I’ve heard it so many times before. He sees it too. I tell him the story of my necklace protecting me. Only me. 

I get a message, my friend enthusiastically arrived in SriLanka. He asks how long I’m staying, I say I don’t know, maybe one extra night. He’s already opened the booking, blocking two more nights, laughing towards me. Maybe I will never leave that place. He gets a message. Tinder. We’re tindering on the other one’s phone, laughing. After two minutes my profile appears. I’m laughing. We call it an early night and go to my tent. It’s become a no question asked anymore. Everywhere around the camp he’s been holding my hand, kissing me, no matter who was around. 

Waking up, I go outside, he picks me up, carrying me to the open chill hut. Tiny Tharu, smaller than me, drops me on the couch and makes me coffee. 

He’s not happy. First time I finally get some words out of him. I tell him he’s beautiful. I teach him some German sentences to pick up women, we laugh, he offers me rice and Dhal from his mom. It’s 10am. Good morning.