I knew I had stuff to give
And I gave and I gave and I gave
Then, exhausted
I fell asleep
And along came Anansi
Owner of all the stories in the world
And he whispered in my ear
Wrapping me up, snug and warm
In a little spiderweb
Amidst which he taught me
About all the stories in the world
His to guard
Mine to treasure
Waltzing across the world wide web
My path intersected with another
Who carried Anansi's blessing
A girl across an ocean
That I cannot cross yet
But someday will
The two of us are friends
United by stories, despite being divided by geography
Here I am, an Indian blogger
There she is, a Romanian student
And Anansi has touched us both
With all the stories in the world
You see, our first loves will always be books
And poetry
And the stories our grandparents told us
Over cups of coffee
We will always fall for someone
Who understands this vital fact about us
And our faith in stories
Will enable us to love them
But never
Never as much
As we love stories
The Bilge Master
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