I am not at all feeling good while developing this page, it’s carrying the essence of that event. This was never supposed to happen, but no way I can deny the truth. It feels like a scar deep in my mind. The extreme sense of loss is still surfacing. I know it very well — actually, I haven’t lost anything good. It’s the old man who died months ago; he wants some kind of recognition —

“Yes, I know what you have lost. I know how you died.”

I am not going to be touched by this. It’s over. I am newborn, of a couple of months aged.