Gardens of the Blue Waters resort, usually filled with holidaying tourist, quietly healing.

The lone healer, in the boiling hazmat suit symbolic of the amazing medical team, setting up Covid tests for another batch of quarantined returnees from overseas.

I watch from the balcony of my little ashram (hotel room) in anticipation for my turn to clear the final hurdle, before I am cleared to return home to my family.

Although missing the dip in the sea, soaking in the pool and relaxing on the lawn, experiencing the cool breeze, sounds of the ocean and view of the sea, beach, pool and the gardens is a confirmation I am back in my motherland.

Yes! I am back, it’s not a dream anymore.

Full of love for the universes and all its living beings, I feel so thankful and hopeful.