Images by Prutha Raithatha
Something we always wonder is if we belonged to a previous life in some previous era in another human body and in another place in the world. I strongly believed I did and I will in the future lives to come. Every life has a very different me and there is nothing in common each time. Just the essence of me is familiar. I think. Maybe. I don't know.
My first time at the Governor's Island Jazz festival in NYC. I belonged. I swear. Expect me to find the most dark dames at the ball to admire. I was a peasant. I didn't dress to desire. I had chores to do. But I envy these pretty dames. I really do. Someday, in my next life, I will be as pretty as them. I think. Maybe. I don't know.