Touch my hands with your hands and calm the waters of our spirits

Puteri, my good Puteri, tell me about the woman.

She is tortured and desperate.

What is her name?

I don't know grandpa. She has forgotten her name.

She has to find out her name. Go and see if you could find her name.

Yes grandpa.

Dhammaputeri proceeded again to the back garden.

Please hold and touch my palms with your palms. Dhammaputeri stretched out both her hands as she sat opposing the woman.

It was actually a mini-orchard where Dhammaputeri farmed flowers. Guess what? Her grandpa had banana trees too, in his orchard-garden. Once a week, she sold the flowers at the market. She would return to her parents house before early evening and on most days spend the her day here. Since girls were not ordinarily schooled, her grandpa schooled her in the mornings. Of course, her dad, the more well-known shaman never knew that her daughter has acquired a vast knowledge of shamanism.

I need you to look intently at my eyes. Dhammaputeri said abruptly to the woman.

The woman looked puzzled.

I need to search for your name from among your souls.

There are too many names and I do not know which of them is my name.

Don't worry. That is why I will search for your name.

The morning sun was now about twenty five degrees from the horizon. A soft breeze would blow now and then and it felt nice because it was like a dehumidifier on a warm and humid sunny morning. They were sitting under a huge angsana tree. The roots were thick at spots which her grandfather had carved into seats. Dhammaputeri and her guest were sitting on two of those such seats.

You have a calming effect on my souls. The troubled waters in me have come to rest.

The breeze blew the woman's hair and one could sense the scent of her body. Her perspiration in the warm humid climate. She would normally come out at night only. She was an albino. A beautiful albino. Which was another reason why she kept indoors during the day. Perhaps all vampires are albinos. We have no idea, do we? But they certainly are not afraid of the sunlight. They just have to avoid prolonged exposure to the sun. This gives the false impression in horror movies that vampires are afraid of sunlight. In the day time, the woman wore a mask concocted from a mixture of cucumber and herbal leaves to protect her face from the sun.

Muslim and Hindu women in that region wear some of the world's sexiest body hugging attire, but she wraps herself up like a pious Muslim woman. On the whole island, it would then seem that she is the only ultra-pious Muslim woman. On such a note, it was best she stayed indoors during the day time. She was actually Zaruthusthrian (Zoroasterian). Rather, she had been brought up in Zaruthusthrian traditions.