When I was 7 or 8 months pregnant with my daughter Ananda in the summer of 2013, I had a vision. As your children get older, they become interested in knowing how their two loves (mommy and daddy) found each other. Well, I am a believer in fairy tales, and each and every one of us has their very own fairy tale to tell.

Below is an introduction to my fairy tale, a children’s book for my little love, Ananda. A story of how her mommy and daddy met.

The Gypsy and the Nomad

There lived a young gypsy in a land painted in russet color of amber gold and red. Where the animals sing in tune, where the moon chases the warm day away, and the stars dance brightly into the morning hour.

She was wild and fierce as an Indian Summer in late autumn. Predictable yet unpredictable. Her tenacious spirit and spellbinding smile warmed even the coldest of hearts.

Not so far away lingered a young nomad. He was patient and mysterious as the northern lights. Isolated but always adapting. His heart was tied to the world, but kept returning to the land painted in russet color of amber gold and red.