For what was said, and for what was not.
Here lies the truth. Come in when you are ready.
This is not a self-help book. It is not a guide on how to be happy.
It is an artifact of survival.I was born in the paradise of R union Island, but paradise has no walls.
The fuse blew.But you cannot outrun what lives in your blood.
In these pages, I document the journey of "the boy who didn't scream."
It is a raw, unfiltered account of what happens when the body is marked. Violence, numbness, rage, and isolation.I discovered that talk therapy works on the mind, but it does not speak to the body.
To find my way back, I had to return to the source: from Maloya to the physical discipline of Yoga.This book is an exorcism and an integration.
I wrote it for my family, for my friends, and for anyone who has ever felt like a passenger in their own body.
It is proof that we do not need to delete our past.
Om Shanti.