Once the boys had left India I decided to move down the hill to Lahshmanjhula. I wanted to be closer to the river and even though it was incredibly beautiful up there in the hills I did not want to have to keep walking up and down the hill alone or having to get rickshaws everyday so it made sense to move.
I hate trying to find rooms, walking all over the place in the heat and trudging up and down stairs with my back pack so I decided to check into a hotel where I knew a friend of mine Vessna was staying. We had met at the Sivananda Ashram in Kerala and had bumped into each other a few days ago in the street and she had told me she was staying in this hotel and it was ok, so I thought It would be nice to be close to someone I knew and it saved me looking all over town in the heat.
As soon as I met the manager I knew he was a Perv.
He was of average Indian height, had a huge gut that overflowed his skin tight cheap denim jeans that were far too tight to be descent. His hair was died black with an inch of white re-growth and combed high into a fonz like quiff on top of his head. When he talked to me he stared at my breasts with his small beady shiffty eyes and pushed his gross groin in my direction with his pudgy arms on his lopsided hips. Like a lot of Northern Indian men he chewed a red like paste that left the teeth stained brown and crumbling and at various intervals he turned his head sideways to spit the red venom onto the floor at my feet.
As soon as he saw me he said "Oh madame, you look so young', which of course is complete bull shit, for a start he had not even seen my passport so how could he judge whether I look young or not as he didn't even know my age. For all he knew I could have been 19 years old and due to alcohol and drug addiction could now look 40. Obviously it was one of his slimy chat up lines that I wish he would keep to his slimy self.
He handed me his card and pointed out his 'personal number' and told me to call him anytime day or night if I needed anything at all. AS IF, I thought. I would not ask for his help if I was drowning in the river Ganges and he sailed past in a boat because to be honest God knows what he would dangle over the side for me to grab.
The room was damp with paint crumbling off the walls but it was cheap, 350 rupees per day which is about a fiver so I took it. I decided to stay for a few days until I got to know the town and then I would look for someplace else and leave the 'House of Horrors'. 'The Perv' told me anyway that there was free yoga everyday with 'Shakti' donation only so that was great I only had to wonder up to the next floor for my daily yoga.
I unpacked my bag again and tried to make my self at home but to be honest I missed Mr Nepal. I didn't think I would, but with him around every moment is filled with laughter and hugs and kisses and here I was in a shit room by myself hugging my Roland rat. I missed his business partner too we had made a great traveling trio. None of us complained about anything, that is the joy of traveling with men, we just got on with it and had fun.
Anyway they were gone and I was here and I knew I would be ok I just had to get used to flying solo again.
When Mr Nepal had been here I had let him decided the schedule and lead the way so I was looking forward to getting to know the town by myself and meeting people. I was feeling a lot more like being social these days, I remember when I arrived in India 3 months ago I was a right anti social twat I didn't want to make friends at all with anyone. I only wanted to chat to the locals, I just wanted peace and solitude but now I was ready for a bit of company and longed for some girlie giggles too.
One afternoon I was wondering through the little windy back streets of Lakshmanjhula when I saw a pretty girl dancing on the side of the street to the music coming out of a little place called Bongo Drums. There were some hippie looking guys with dreadlocks sitting around playing the Didgeridoo and some drums and she was just swaying side to side to the music. She had a sweet round face, huge brown eyes and dark short chocolate curls. She was waving her palms around and around each other, clicking her fingers and smiling while swishing this way and that while her long scarf encircled her womanly curves covered in colourful silks. I just stood across the street and watched her as she danced, she was quite an attraction, Indian families had stopped to watch her and were taking photos of her on their mobile phones and I thought how wonderful it was that one person could create such enticing and inviting energy that made people stop in their tracks and stare.
I felt envious of her freedom and confidence. I know people think I am confident but I am in fact very shy and I could never just start dancing in the street like that so freely and confidently. The only time I dance in front of people is when I am pissed. It's true and I know how ridicules that is but I only dance when I am bladderd. I think I started drinking because I am so shy and I wanted to be able to let go to enjoy myself to be able to dance and talk to boys but somehow it all went a little to far.
Anyway I walked on and found myself outside a palm readers shop. Of course inquisitive I stepped inside.
Inside was a sweet little man in his seventies I would think. He was dressed in traditional Indian attire, a long white tunic over white loose pants. He was wearing sandalwood prayer beads on a red string around his neck and was chanting spiritual mantras as he dusted a statue of Ganesha. When he saw me he blessed me with a beautiful smile filled with perfect false teeth and his walnut eyes twinkled at me through his little round Gandhi style glasses.
You just know when you have met someone special don't you and I knew when I met him he was special, for sure.
He explained to me that he read palms and did full horoscope charts that would tell me my future, marriages, children, occupation, illnesses to prevent with diet, mantras to recite everyday etc etc but he needed my time of birth. I didn't know what time I was born so he agreed to read my palm for 300 rupees about 4 pound and I would call my Momsie in England later to find out and then would go back to have my chart done some other time.
I have had my palm read before in England by a clairvoyant I have been seeing for years and I wanted to see if they predicted the same or if they were completely different. The sweet little old man glared at my hand through a huge ancient looking magnifying glass and went on to give me the most wonderful news. I really would love to share it with you all but I'm scared that it may jinx it, I'm scared that if people doubt it, it may not come true and I so so want it too. He told me snippets of my past that were surprisingly accurate and he gave me warnings about the future that I will certainty consider.
He also told me to buy a Lapiz Lazuli stone and to wear it around my neck or on the middle finger of my left hand. He said this would help to balance me and prepare me for what was to come. He told me to go down to the river on Saturday morning and offer a prayer up to God asking for guidance and strength so I may receive the wonderful gift he had predicted I would receive.
What a load of balls, you are probably thinking, but what harm can it do?
So off I went through the lanes of lakshmanjhula in search of a lapiz Lazuli Chrystal. I love the stone of rich dark petrol blue flecked with dashes of gold so I was happy anyway to buy a new piece of jewelry for myself. I already wear Lapiz lazuli earrings that dangle close to my neck bringing me clear thought and an open mind.
I knew I would know the stone for me when I saw it but it took me days to find it.
Eventually I walked into a shop to find a lovely lady sat behind the counter. I chose this shop because nobody had rugby tackled me to the floor to get me in there and I was so pleased there was a woman there instead of the usual 3 or 4 men chatting away to each other in Hindi, scratching their balls, clearing their throats and staring at me and laughing amongst themselves.
We sat together for about an hour. I told her all about my palm reader and she showed me her collection of wonderful exquisite Chrystal's that her and her husband had been collecting for over 20yrs. She passed me huge quarts to hold and told me to close my eyes and feel the energy which I did gratefully. I sat there holding the most beautiful Chrystal's, rose quartz, smokey quartz, polished stones and uncut geode's feeling the warmth and tingles travel through my hands, up my arms and to my heart centre and when I opened my eyes she was sat smiling at me understanding what I had felt.
It is so good to be around people that get me. In my life in England a lot of the people I know including my sister think I am strange and my sister has even accused me of being a witch and part of a cult so it is refreshing for me to be in India, to be able to talk openly about my spirituality and to feel accepted and understood.
The lovely lady lifted a tray of Lapiz Lazuli rings from under the counter and placed them in front of me. I scanned them gently and then spotted the one I knew was mine. I said a silent prayer as I picked it up that it would be big enough to fit my middle finger of my left hand where I had been advised to wear it and it did. It fitted perfectly and the deep blue teardrop shape stone looked like it had always been there on my hand. I loved it and it was a fair price and I left happy with the ring inside a silk pouch protected until Saturday morning. The lovely lay told me to return to visit her, "Not to buy madam" she said just to visit her and sit and she said she would bring more crystals from her home to share with me.
The next morning I woke to a peculiar sensation in my stomach which resulted with me spending 2 days in my room glued to the toilet bowl. Now I'm not complaining because as all my friends know I have been constipated for the best part of fifteen years and I have been in India for 3 months and I have not been sick at all. I had no real pain just a slight cramp but there was no way I could leave my room because I was on the loo more than what I was off it. I totally lost my appetite which was a good thing as I had no energy at all to venture out of my room to get anything and I constantly felt nauseous.
After 2 days off being confined to my moldy damp room which I was sure was beginning to make me smell moldy too, I took a slow walk down to the reception. I really needed to get some fresh air and wanted to get some fruit juice to replace some of the sugars that India's sewage system had swallowed.
I could not believe how weak I felt. I was light headed and caught a glimpse of myself in the reception mirror and I looked the colour of boiled shite.
'The Perv' was there at the desk and looked up at my boobs and wished them good morning. He then looked up to my eyes and pulled a face like he had just licked piss off stinging nettles "Ehhhh madame looking very shit today" I mean, for the love of God, I ask you, have you ever heard the like??? ' thank you' I said irritated by his rudeness and just the fact that I had to deal with the prick. 'I feel terrible I have been in my room for 2 days'.
"Sit, sit" he said and pushed me down into the plastic chair behind the reception desk. Obviously 'The Perv' saw an opportunity, he took no time at all in getting his filthy hands on me, he picked up my wrist and pushed his 2 fingers into my tender veins, 'pitta imbalance madame and you have problem with your period and your shit" is there any need!!! Silver tongue charmer I thought, who on earth taught him his English.
'Follow me I give you tablet to stop the shit". I was seriously considering talking to him about his English language but today I did not have the energy so I followed him to what I believed to be his Ayurvedic consultation room. He opened the door but it was not an Ayurvedic room at all it was a normal hotel room with a grubby dirty bed which I assumed he slept on due to the greasy marks and dribble stains on the pillow. 'Lie down madam and take off your blouse, I have something that will make you feel much betters" he was stood there with a bottle of oil in his hand with his legs apart, groin pushed forward bulging out ready all whilst licking his lips. I was out of there like a rat up a drain pipe, he was screaming after me 'madame you very strange, you do not understand Ayurveda, you have depression in your mind" but I understood perfectly, and I understood for sure that it was time to leave that shit hole of a hotel and get as far away from that fukin old perv as possible.
I had been given the number of an Indian man who was a friend of a dear friends of mine so I called him and went to see him and he said he would help me find a room. Also it turned out that the beautiful girl with the big brown eyes and the chocolate curls I saw dancing In the street turned out to be Shakti the yoga teacher from the house of horrors (my hotel).
We had met each other outside my room and started chatting and of course the conversation led to 'The Perv'. Shakti told me how 'The Perv' had been hitting on other girls in the hotel and they had had enough and were leaving and she too had had enough of him. He had tried to rip her off with how much she was taking from her yoga classes even though they were supposed to be free he was trying to take 50% of the donations that people had given.
It turned out that Shakti and myself got along like peas and carrots, we spent the next 3 days together and it was great. Shakti is one of those people that is just full of good energy. She is great to be around and I was gutted when she left to go north to Daramasala.
Me and Shakti visited an old ashram that the Beatles had stayed at in the 60's and it was an incredible day. The ashram is actually closed now due to some ongoing problem with the government but you can pay a fee at the locked gate and can go inside.
Inside the main hall that was crumbling away with holes in the roof were a group of artists. They were painting murals on the stone walls. They had painted the Beatles of course and some religious figures, the Guru of the ashram and others. It was wonderful just to watch them work. Shakti and I just sat on the floor which was covered in dust and debris and broken glass and paint and paint brushes.
Shakti kind of floated off somewhere beautiful, it was as if she left her body and floated above us all swirling and twisting to the sound of the guitar. One of the artists had a guitar and he sang the most wonderful songs and had the sexiest husky voice and he was so gorgeous that we just watched his mouth as it moved with our mouths hanging open.
We stayed there for over an hour just listening and watching and floating on the incredible energy we felt there and Shakti danced barefoot amongst the glass and the dirt.
Shakti is 28years old but wise beyond her years in so many ways but with a childlike cuteness too. I admire her confidence, she lights up a room when she walks into it and she is so open and free and positive.
Shakti had been robbed on a train a week before. A man had stolen her bag with all of her valuables in, her laptop, her camera all her music and money and photos, nearly breaking her finger and seriously shacking her up. Shakti was so brave and she was so positive about it and I really admire her strength and good attitude. 'He has wiped my karma free" she said 'I am free now to start again".
We had so many laughs together and it was so nice to talk about boys and sex and girlie stuff and of course all ladies favorite subject, our bowels, LOL.
The one lesson I learned from Shakti and the last thing she said to me when we said goodbye was 'Don't settle for second best". I told her a lot about my life and how my relationships had been and so on and she told me not to settle for anyone that was not what I wanted and was not good enough. In the past I have tolerated men that really I should have never allowed through the front door let alone the back lol, but now I could see why I had and I knew things had changed and I knew I would never do that again.
Shakti was so open about her sexuality and she told me "Jacquelina I have had many lovers from different countries, it's great and I make sure that they are great" and she reminded me of me when I was her age just traveling around having fun and being carefree but Shakti was far more connected than I was and she allowed herself to be far more free. I was always wrapping myself up in the barbed wire of guilt which is ridiculous.
She knows what she wants and she asks for it if you know what I mean. She does not allow men to be selfish. She is a strong passionate woman and God is she hot. I considered throwing a bucket of cold water over her on several occasions when she spotted a man she liked because the heat waves would just come off her scorching the grass and trees around her.
So with Shakti gone it was time for me to leave the House of Horrors and The Perv and I was ready. My friends friend had found me a room further south down the river in Rananjhula so I was packed and off for my next adventure.
I hate trying to find rooms, walking all over the place in the heat and trudging up and down stairs with my back pack so I decided to check into a hotel where I knew a friend of mine Vessna was staying. We had met at the Sivananda Ashram in Kerala and had bumped into each other a few days ago in the street and she had told me she was staying in this hotel and it was ok, so I thought It would be nice to be close to someone I knew and it saved me looking all over town in the heat.
As soon as I met the manager I knew he was a Perv.
He was of average Indian height, had a huge gut that overflowed his skin tight cheap denim jeans that were far too tight to be descent. His hair was died black with an inch of white re-growth and combed high into a fonz like quiff on top of his head. When he talked to me he stared at my breasts with his small beady shiffty eyes and pushed his gross groin in my direction with his pudgy arms on his lopsided hips. Like a lot of Northern Indian men he chewed a red like paste that left the teeth stained brown and crumbling and at various intervals he turned his head sideways to spit the red venom onto the floor at my feet.
As soon as he saw me he said "Oh madame, you look so young', which of course is complete bull shit, for a start he had not even seen my passport so how could he judge whether I look young or not as he didn't even know my age. For all he knew I could have been 19 years old and due to alcohol and drug addiction could now look 40. Obviously it was one of his slimy chat up lines that I wish he would keep to his slimy self.
He handed me his card and pointed out his 'personal number' and told me to call him anytime day or night if I needed anything at all. AS IF, I thought. I would not ask for his help if I was drowning in the river Ganges and he sailed past in a boat because to be honest God knows what he would dangle over the side for me to grab.
The room was damp with paint crumbling off the walls but it was cheap, 350 rupees per day which is about a fiver so I took it. I decided to stay for a few days until I got to know the town and then I would look for someplace else and leave the 'House of Horrors'. 'The Perv' told me anyway that there was free yoga everyday with 'Shakti' donation only so that was great I only had to wonder up to the next floor for my daily yoga.
I unpacked my bag again and tried to make my self at home but to be honest I missed Mr Nepal. I didn't think I would, but with him around every moment is filled with laughter and hugs and kisses and here I was in a shit room by myself hugging my Roland rat. I missed his business partner too we had made a great traveling trio. None of us complained about anything, that is the joy of traveling with men, we just got on with it and had fun.
Anyway they were gone and I was here and I knew I would be ok I just had to get used to flying solo again.
When Mr Nepal had been here I had let him decided the schedule and lead the way so I was looking forward to getting to know the town by myself and meeting people. I was feeling a lot more like being social these days, I remember when I arrived in India 3 months ago I was a right anti social twat I didn't want to make friends at all with anyone. I only wanted to chat to the locals, I just wanted peace and solitude but now I was ready for a bit of company and longed for some girlie giggles too.
One afternoon I was wondering through the little windy back streets of Lakshmanjhula when I saw a pretty girl dancing on the side of the street to the music coming out of a little place called Bongo Drums. There were some hippie looking guys with dreadlocks sitting around playing the Didgeridoo and some drums and she was just swaying side to side to the music. She had a sweet round face, huge brown eyes and dark short chocolate curls. She was waving her palms around and around each other, clicking her fingers and smiling while swishing this way and that while her long scarf encircled her womanly curves covered in colourful silks. I just stood across the street and watched her as she danced, she was quite an attraction, Indian families had stopped to watch her and were taking photos of her on their mobile phones and I thought how wonderful it was that one person could create such enticing and inviting energy that made people stop in their tracks and stare.
I felt envious of her freedom and confidence. I know people think I am confident but I am in fact very shy and I could never just start dancing in the street like that so freely and confidently. The only time I dance in front of people is when I am pissed. It's true and I know how ridicules that is but I only dance when I am bladderd. I think I started drinking because I am so shy and I wanted to be able to let go to enjoy myself to be able to dance and talk to boys but somehow it all went a little to far.
Anyway I walked on and found myself outside a palm readers shop. Of course inquisitive I stepped inside.
Inside was a sweet little man in his seventies I would think. He was dressed in traditional Indian attire, a long white tunic over white loose pants. He was wearing sandalwood prayer beads on a red string around his neck and was chanting spiritual mantras as he dusted a statue of Ganesha. When he saw me he blessed me with a beautiful smile filled with perfect false teeth and his walnut eyes twinkled at me through his little round Gandhi style glasses.
You just know when you have met someone special don't you and I knew when I met him he was special, for sure.
He explained to me that he read palms and did full horoscope charts that would tell me my future, marriages, children, occupation, illnesses to prevent with diet, mantras to recite everyday etc etc but he needed my time of birth. I didn't know what time I was born so he agreed to read my palm for 300 rupees about 4 pound and I would call my Momsie in England later to find out and then would go back to have my chart done some other time.
I have had my palm read before in England by a clairvoyant I have been seeing for years and I wanted to see if they predicted the same or if they were completely different. The sweet little old man glared at my hand through a huge ancient looking magnifying glass and went on to give me the most wonderful news. I really would love to share it with you all but I'm scared that it may jinx it, I'm scared that if people doubt it, it may not come true and I so so want it too. He told me snippets of my past that were surprisingly accurate and he gave me warnings about the future that I will certainty consider.
He also told me to buy a Lapiz Lazuli stone and to wear it around my neck or on the middle finger of my left hand. He said this would help to balance me and prepare me for what was to come. He told me to go down to the river on Saturday morning and offer a prayer up to God asking for guidance and strength so I may receive the wonderful gift he had predicted I would receive.
What a load of balls, you are probably thinking, but what harm can it do?
So off I went through the lanes of lakshmanjhula in search of a lapiz Lazuli Chrystal. I love the stone of rich dark petrol blue flecked with dashes of gold so I was happy anyway to buy a new piece of jewelry for myself. I already wear Lapiz lazuli earrings that dangle close to my neck bringing me clear thought and an open mind.
I knew I would know the stone for me when I saw it but it took me days to find it.
Eventually I walked into a shop to find a lovely lady sat behind the counter. I chose this shop because nobody had rugby tackled me to the floor to get me in there and I was so pleased there was a woman there instead of the usual 3 or 4 men chatting away to each other in Hindi, scratching their balls, clearing their throats and staring at me and laughing amongst themselves.
We sat together for about an hour. I told her all about my palm reader and she showed me her collection of wonderful exquisite Chrystal's that her and her husband had been collecting for over 20yrs. She passed me huge quarts to hold and told me to close my eyes and feel the energy which I did gratefully. I sat there holding the most beautiful Chrystal's, rose quartz, smokey quartz, polished stones and uncut geode's feeling the warmth and tingles travel through my hands, up my arms and to my heart centre and when I opened my eyes she was sat smiling at me understanding what I had felt.
It is so good to be around people that get me. In my life in England a lot of the people I know including my sister think I am strange and my sister has even accused me of being a witch and part of a cult so it is refreshing for me to be in India, to be able to talk openly about my spirituality and to feel accepted and understood.
The lovely lady lifted a tray of Lapiz Lazuli rings from under the counter and placed them in front of me. I scanned them gently and then spotted the one I knew was mine. I said a silent prayer as I picked it up that it would be big enough to fit my middle finger of my left hand where I had been advised to wear it and it did. It fitted perfectly and the deep blue teardrop shape stone looked like it had always been there on my hand. I loved it and it was a fair price and I left happy with the ring inside a silk pouch protected until Saturday morning. The lovely lay told me to return to visit her, "Not to buy madam" she said just to visit her and sit and she said she would bring more crystals from her home to share with me.
The next morning I woke to a peculiar sensation in my stomach which resulted with me spending 2 days in my room glued to the toilet bowl. Now I'm not complaining because as all my friends know I have been constipated for the best part of fifteen years and I have been in India for 3 months and I have not been sick at all. I had no real pain just a slight cramp but there was no way I could leave my room because I was on the loo more than what I was off it. I totally lost my appetite which was a good thing as I had no energy at all to venture out of my room to get anything and I constantly felt nauseous.
After 2 days off being confined to my moldy damp room which I was sure was beginning to make me smell moldy too, I took a slow walk down to the reception. I really needed to get some fresh air and wanted to get some fruit juice to replace some of the sugars that India's sewage system had swallowed.
I could not believe how weak I felt. I was light headed and caught a glimpse of myself in the reception mirror and I looked the colour of boiled shite.
'The Perv' was there at the desk and looked up at my boobs and wished them good morning. He then looked up to my eyes and pulled a face like he had just licked piss off stinging nettles "Ehhhh madame looking very shit today" I mean, for the love of God, I ask you, have you ever heard the like??? ' thank you' I said irritated by his rudeness and just the fact that I had to deal with the prick. 'I feel terrible I have been in my room for 2 days'.
"Sit, sit" he said and pushed me down into the plastic chair behind the reception desk. Obviously 'The Perv' saw an opportunity, he took no time at all in getting his filthy hands on me, he picked up my wrist and pushed his 2 fingers into my tender veins, 'pitta imbalance madame and you have problem with your period and your shit" is there any need!!! Silver tongue charmer I thought, who on earth taught him his English.
'Follow me I give you tablet to stop the shit". I was seriously considering talking to him about his English language but today I did not have the energy so I followed him to what I believed to be his Ayurvedic consultation room. He opened the door but it was not an Ayurvedic room at all it was a normal hotel room with a grubby dirty bed which I assumed he slept on due to the greasy marks and dribble stains on the pillow. 'Lie down madam and take off your blouse, I have something that will make you feel much betters" he was stood there with a bottle of oil in his hand with his legs apart, groin pushed forward bulging out ready all whilst licking his lips. I was out of there like a rat up a drain pipe, he was screaming after me 'madame you very strange, you do not understand Ayurveda, you have depression in your mind" but I understood perfectly, and I understood for sure that it was time to leave that shit hole of a hotel and get as far away from that fukin old perv as possible.
I had been given the number of an Indian man who was a friend of a dear friends of mine so I called him and went to see him and he said he would help me find a room. Also it turned out that the beautiful girl with the big brown eyes and the chocolate curls I saw dancing In the street turned out to be Shakti the yoga teacher from the house of horrors (my hotel).
We had met each other outside my room and started chatting and of course the conversation led to 'The Perv'. Shakti told me how 'The Perv' had been hitting on other girls in the hotel and they had had enough and were leaving and she too had had enough of him. He had tried to rip her off with how much she was taking from her yoga classes even though they were supposed to be free he was trying to take 50% of the donations that people had given.
It turned out that Shakti and myself got along like peas and carrots, we spent the next 3 days together and it was great. Shakti is one of those people that is just full of good energy. She is great to be around and I was gutted when she left to go north to Daramasala.
Me and Shakti visited an old ashram that the Beatles had stayed at in the 60's and it was an incredible day. The ashram is actually closed now due to some ongoing problem with the government but you can pay a fee at the locked gate and can go inside.
Inside the main hall that was crumbling away with holes in the roof were a group of artists. They were painting murals on the stone walls. They had painted the Beatles of course and some religious figures, the Guru of the ashram and others. It was wonderful just to watch them work. Shakti and I just sat on the floor which was covered in dust and debris and broken glass and paint and paint brushes.
Shakti kind of floated off somewhere beautiful, it was as if she left her body and floated above us all swirling and twisting to the sound of the guitar. One of the artists had a guitar and he sang the most wonderful songs and had the sexiest husky voice and he was so gorgeous that we just watched his mouth as it moved with our mouths hanging open.
We stayed there for over an hour just listening and watching and floating on the incredible energy we felt there and Shakti danced barefoot amongst the glass and the dirt.
Shakti is 28years old but wise beyond her years in so many ways but with a childlike cuteness too. I admire her confidence, she lights up a room when she walks into it and she is so open and free and positive.
Shakti had been robbed on a train a week before. A man had stolen her bag with all of her valuables in, her laptop, her camera all her music and money and photos, nearly breaking her finger and seriously shacking her up. Shakti was so brave and she was so positive about it and I really admire her strength and good attitude. 'He has wiped my karma free" she said 'I am free now to start again".
We had so many laughs together and it was so nice to talk about boys and sex and girlie stuff and of course all ladies favorite subject, our bowels, LOL.
The one lesson I learned from Shakti and the last thing she said to me when we said goodbye was 'Don't settle for second best". I told her a lot about my life and how my relationships had been and so on and she told me not to settle for anyone that was not what I wanted and was not good enough. In the past I have tolerated men that really I should have never allowed through the front door let alone the back lol, but now I could see why I had and I knew things had changed and I knew I would never do that again.
Shakti was so open about her sexuality and she told me "Jacquelina I have had many lovers from different countries, it's great and I make sure that they are great" and she reminded me of me when I was her age just traveling around having fun and being carefree but Shakti was far more connected than I was and she allowed herself to be far more free. I was always wrapping myself up in the barbed wire of guilt which is ridiculous.
She knows what she wants and she asks for it if you know what I mean. She does not allow men to be selfish. She is a strong passionate woman and God is she hot. I considered throwing a bucket of cold water over her on several occasions when she spotted a man she liked because the heat waves would just come off her scorching the grass and trees around her.
So with Shakti gone it was time for me to leave the House of Horrors and The Perv and I was ready. My friends friend had found me a room further south down the river in Rananjhula so I was packed and off for my next adventure.
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