Otherness  To experience  the Other.  Holding hands for the very first time  and...  to keep holding on long, forever, even when this wet otherness is felt, seeping in between mingled fingers... Shaping the Other, fast in thoughts , in dreams and slowly in trailing sillage of left behind smells and broken hairs and finished coffee cups still bearing lip marks of contagious smiles and unspoken emotions... this Otherness comes and goes, in many abstractions. Silent conversations without the distance  of words and spaces in between, Or the silence that hangs in between  the very words and spaces... Spaces created by the Other Or the otherness we create inside us, of…