I can travel back on the train of time, some 16 years back. I remember me sitting at the back of my bed and praying, with both my hands raised up, to God. Asking Him to bless me with a little soul that could accompany me during the journey in this brutal world. I can rehear the first cry of the love of my life, the cry that used to make me laugh, the funny cry, paradoxical action and reaction. However, I cannot recall me holding him in my arms, playing with him that I would love the most to do now. Probably because I, myself was too young to do that back then. I remember those mice-like teeth, that heart capturing smile, the sight of which is still effective enough to find the lost joy inside the poor soul seized by the agony of the complicated web of thoughts and pensive situations.

I often reflect on how very opposite things may appear and contrary to the appearances how much closely and tightly they might be destined to be bonded. This is how God plays His tricks. He tricks humans to think of things as things the way they appear, this is one of His ways of choosing his beloved, distinguished ones. Those who are blind to what is reflected by light, those who believe in mysteries, the greatest mystery being He himself, so easy to solve but only for those who can see the invisible, they are the ones He keeps choosing as guests to entertain who will live forever in His heaven.

He was born on the very first date, a burning hot day in the hottest month, June 1. I on the very last day of the freezing cold month, January 31. He in the city, I in the village. He was born ugly and I utterly pretty, as mum says. He loves summer things, I winters. All these disparities and he's the only one, not mama, not papa, not anyone else, whom I express my love to, without any hesitation. He's my life, an element that helps me breathe among the other carcinogenic elements seeking my permission, to get inside and poison me. The one I would die a hundred times to gain one life for.