In the span of one’s life, many memories and impressions wither away with time… yet a few are burned into your memory forever, whether good or bad.
In the span of one’s life, many people appear and disappear. Some of them touch you in both physical and emotional ways. They may be passionate about abundance in everything, with a certain flair for life that many aspire to have. Or they may be from Mars, with the heart and passion for adopting stray kids from the alleys of Mirc and treating them as their own, though Martian, with enough humanity and humility to make this world a better place.
The caring and love that they showered on me are infinite. I know when I need attention and a listening ear, and I always find them.
I hate my birthday, and I have never celebrated it as far as I can remember. I usually take a day off and do nothing that might be interesting. Yet, a few days before my birthday several years ago, I received this unannounced weird package by snail mail from the UK. Inside, it was my holy grail, my sanctuary. This unannounced package had the traces of a Martian all over it.
For many years, it was kept hidden. I have a digital version as my desktop background, yet in my darkest moments, I turned to it. It gave me weird comfort and serenity. I mentioned it many times on this blog, like here and here. It has this calming effect on me that I can’t explain. I have wanted to ask Red to frame it for me for the last couple of years, and I asked her recently. She willingly took and framed it for me, my most valued earthly possession.
Thank you, Noub and Red, for this; it will always hang on the wall before me.
PS: I tried to take a better picture but couldn’t get a better one due to my bad left hand. Also, I broke my camera while taking this picture.
Doomish:
Brave, Courageous and bold.
Long live his fame,
and long live his glory.
Long may his worthless posts be told.
