A week ago at the Koh Samui Airport; the four of us are rushing to our plane in an open air buggy.
Leila pushes me. She shouts, “WOW! Mum. Look’t Leila hair,” as she runs her fingers through her hair.
“Yes! Your hair is blowing in the wind.”
“Rawul awso,” she says, pointing at her brother’s hair.
She looks at Maher next, “Papa NOT.”
And then at me, “Mama Yes.”
Published by natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 
I literally chuckled out loud at this one! Happy Birthday Natasha!
-Sharath (and Beth!)
ps- please email us your address!
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Thanks Sharath and Beth!
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That is REALLY cute!!! Both Rahul and Leila have started understanding so much more since we were together three months ago!!!
Love
Mum and Dad
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Yeah, their growing understanding of the World, of concepts, sounds, ideas is interesting to watch. I’m surprised by it every day.
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Smiles!
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