KalingaBarrister, No. Barista, Yes.Kal came to Australia, Thought law school was it, Dropped out in 2 years, Closed minds. Didn't fit.Kal flew to Malaysia, It was a needed depart, He found, hustle, love and business, Chasing a culinary art.Flew back in a fe years, To see his brother and mum, Things happen for a reason,2021 had begun.Displaced and replaced, Another country said, "go home", Decided to lock in,3 AM grinds, all alone.Found a mad man in Malvern, Learnt that no risk, means you fail,10,000 hours to mastery, He decided his tale.115 kgs strong, Addicted and depressed, From fury to patience,67.5 kgs, A writer-fighter, and blessed.Kal wants you to know, That ashes help us grow, So, burn whatever is done, And in our truth; become one.Having met an amazing cast of mentors, friends, animals, well-wishing spirits, welcome demons and divine lovers, he has compiled this collection of poems into this 1st edition poetry book to share his experiences of vulnerable humanity, in a reserved stylistic medium, in the hopes that you may forget the words written one day, and remember how they made you feel, and that we may share that feeling forever without words. Read More Read Less