I love your story Mohika, but what truly loved was the mention of Basil. The mere thought of basil transports me back to my balcony in Italy, where I lovingly tended to a fragrant basil plant. The intoxicating aroma from its leaves is forever etched in my memory, and the taste of fresh basil with mozzarella and olive oil still carries me back to those days. 🤩🙏🏽
Thanks for sharing this lovely story of human connection. My neighbor across the street; I know his name is Ian but he speaks little English. His wife speaks none. He always waves as if he's so happy to see me, and I do the same. It's been like that for three or four years. He's a busy man, is always on his way somewhere (I believe he works at the hospital and as a volunteer fireman), but I know that we both just appreciate knowing that each is there. "You're my neighbor and I'm glad."
This is beautiful, now I realise I miss the smell of fresh basil! The lady who works at my local post office, we always have a quick chat and have talked about art, and music and I don’t know her name but I know she is a good person and she is *beautiful!* 😊
What a beautiful friendship! It's as lovely as the basil and chocolate cake you share! Not knowing each others names may just make it more special! It's love without having to read the label! Many blessings to the both of you and MUCH LOVE! ~Wendy💜
Basil is Queen. Gorgeous piece pierces my heart and goes right through to the other side. Friendships like this are incredibly precious. They don’t need a name.
Great essay, Mo. As a guy, I’ve had my fair share of acquaintances with other guys whose name I don’t know 😂.
I can totally imagine it! & many of those guys won't know yours haha!
I love your story Mohika, but what truly loved was the mention of Basil. The mere thought of basil transports me back to my balcony in Italy, where I lovingly tended to a fragrant basil plant. The intoxicating aroma from its leaves is forever etched in my memory, and the taste of fresh basil with mozzarella and olive oil still carries me back to those days. 🤩🙏🏽
You made my mouth water and now I want pizza!!!!
Mo, Names are words the heart does not need to know. D
Ah, that's so poetic and beautiful and true!!
next chapter: Drinking a strong tea rich with these basil leaves with her :)
Thanks for sharing this lovely story of human connection. My neighbor across the street; I know his name is Ian but he speaks little English. His wife speaks none. He always waves as if he's so happy to see me, and I do the same. It's been like that for three or four years. He's a busy man, is always on his way somewhere (I believe he works at the hospital and as a volunteer fireman), but I know that we both just appreciate knowing that each is there. "You're my neighbor and I'm glad."
Soo much meaning in small gestures! Oh I love this!
The start of a beautiful friendship.
Beautiful! Some connections are beyond ordinary... and I can feel the smell of fresh basil as I read this.
Ah! So trueee! It’s one of my favorite herbs!
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This is beautiful, now I realise I miss the smell of fresh basil! The lady who works at my local post office, we always have a quick chat and have talked about art, and music and I don’t know her name but I know she is a good person and she is *beautiful!* 😊
I will do that 😊
I think next time you can introduce yourself & ask her name!
What a beautiful friendship! It's as lovely as the basil and chocolate cake you share! Not knowing each others names may just make it more special! It's love without having to read the label! Many blessings to the both of you and MUCH LOVE! ~Wendy💜
Omg, “love without having to read the label!” AH! You’re amazing!
Basil is Queen. Gorgeous piece pierces my heart and goes right through to the other side. Friendships like this are incredibly precious. They don’t need a name.
Couldn’t have articulated this better!
I absolutely love this snippet of your memories. GO BASIL!
TEAM HERBS!
Basil rules.
I liked this very much.
This makes me so happy, Patris. Have you ever tried basil?