Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go." "That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

The world is a lie...not you and me.

Maybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.

Women who have power are always feared.