My most precious person on the planet, my darling twin.


Dear Mum,

This is no happy letter. It’s signed with sadness, marked with gloom and underlined with questions. Death! That dreadful thing that no one wants to imagine, think about, or talk about, let alone even face. It’s ruthless, inconsiderate, and a respecter of no one.

It didn’t think for a moment, that this girl was beautiful of heart and mind

It didn’t care about how generous, kind and friendly she was

It didn’t consider how bright her future was going to be

How colorful her wedding was going to be

How gorgeous her children would be

And how much difference she was making every day

Radiating light into the hearts and lives of many

Is life a smoldering wick that can be blown off by the wind, any moment? Is life so short, unpredictable and temporary? If life is so fleeting, then what?

Why do we work so hard…

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