No matter how far we look back, we cannot find the true origin point. Whether our story begins amidst dust of stars or within the labyrinthine roots of our ancestry, our prelude merely hints a small part of the overarching reality. It is but a fragment, a humble fraction that our journey in the written word, from planting the seed of Swara Retreat and for as long as we possess the fortitude and capacity to nurture it, begins to unfold in modest musings. Often taking shape in a laboratory of the unknown and of the experiment that may or may not produce the outcome we anticipate, yet, it is within this earthly uncertainty that our journey is fuelled, giving rise to much humour, perplexity and bewilderment – all of which provide the ink for our quotidien narrative entangled in the world wide web: