I want to write. The electricity goes out. And like every obsessed writer, I search frantically for every plug in my rented room here in Fort Cochin, India. The fan is working, why doesn't my computer charge? My phone is dying, my laptop just died. I suppose I'm hungry. I get the point...leave the house.

Cigdem Arsıray ' chi chi' who doesn't have a website I can promote for her trigger point massage because she likes to play it cool. And Ahmet Aytek, who follows a zero philosophy.

Cigdem Arsıray ' chi chi' who doesn't have a website I can promote for her trigger point massage because she likes to play it cool. And Ahmet Aytek, who follows a zero philosophy.

I leave the house and walk towards the shops for water. At a junction I hear the horn of the tuk-tuk and turn my head - oh yes, the Kashi art cafe I said I would check out later. Go that way. I enter the gallery space to see clean, strong, female forms that hit me. I'm not a fan of the victim portrayal of womanhood but these are from the heart, styled with grace. I'm suitably prepared to indulge in this atmosphere.

As I enter the open space of the cafe, it's beautiful. Sure it's designed in a cosmopolitan way for the tourist mindset but there's no doubt it's appealing. It's the kind of place you want to read the Sunday papers in - it's set the stage for deep thinking and magical connections.

Chi Chi is on the seat next to me with her partner Ahmet and the magnetic pull is instant. We chat and compare notes, the life of travellers. There are a band of us that are like messengers in the Big Silk Road that extends globally. The code of the traveller is about being open and sensitive to those like minded souls. We find each other without trying to, allowing ourselves to be led from the heart. This feels good. This doesn't. And move on. When you work on similar frequencies, the other knows what you're talking about.

And here is the Ayurvedic spin. In session recently Dr Welch talked on the idea that if you receive no messages, be brave enough to do nothing. My week has been a reflective one, in fact I'm downright bored here in Fort Cochin town - pretty on the outside and lacking that something interesting inside. What am I looking for here? To feel something.  I'm out there LOOKING FOR SIGNS. What to do when I get back home? Where should I focus efforts? Where does my heart want to lead me?

And Ahmed tells me about the zero philosophy. Do nothing. Let life come to you. (It seems to be working for them-they considered Hampi as a destination and I blurted the information as needed).

Let life come to me.  I guess prana (life) can't get in when there's tension (too much thinking). Inspiration gets stuck with tightness (ambition). The way to the other side of that itchy, fidgety Vata feeling of mania is to wait for the spinning top to stop spinning and then like a leaf that floats down and lands gently on your head (and of course this happened afterwards), the right path opens up obviously.

Dr Welch also said this. If it's important, decide tomorrow. If it's really important, decide next week. And if it's crucial, wait a month.

Ask the question and then wait for the answer. The electricity (prana) went out so I could get a clear perspective from a fellow messenger on the zero philosophy of being.

Messengers from Istanbul nonetheless, the original Silk Road.