In Lautoka, the soft sand cuddled her toes,
And the cool wind kissed her cheek.
As the ocean lay bare beyond her, she arose,
“Follow me?”. But no answer did she seek.
Tikka overwhelmed my nostrils, and Rafi sang his tone.
In Nadi, a little bit of India I found in a colourful temple dome.
While the flowers were showered, and the poojas done,
I had to remind myself again. I am still not home.
Grains of sand – like time and space at play,
Slipped away in Sigatoka, and burnt like coal.
The elements were at odds in Fiji, not backing away.
Earth lost. For here, water was my call.
In Fiji, I itched for the sun, beach and beers, like all men do.
And like a flower that found its spring, I found my blossom too.
- My exploration of Fiji was mostly limited to the towns of Nadi, Lautoka and Sigatoka.
- Nadi is very Indian in it’s culture and was dotted by Hindu temples. I did almost feel like I was back home already.
- Sigatoka is a rugby town in Fiji, which houses sand dunes for the national rugby team to practice in. But thanks to the hot sand, I spend more time near the Sigatoka river.