The ferocity with which the mind grasps at the past is amazing. Years have rolled by, people have moved, lives have been transformed permanently… and yet it only takes a whiff of a scent, a snatch of a song to go back to where and when it all began. For an instant, it feels like time never moved. Thank God for the relentless march of the moment – if only the mind would keep pace with it.

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As I read through one of the stories I penned in 2003 (the Cairo one), it struck me that I was present in all the characters. I saw shades of myself in Lily, and I saw shades of myself in Kais. The same goes for the other story I began in 2001-2002 – there I was, in each one of the three characters. Looks like the Creator can never separate himself/herself from the creation – instead S/he flows into every aspect of creation, coloring it in his/her unique way, and fashioning it in his/her own image… nice.