18 October 2011
It is raining. Early evening in Spring and showers come and go. It is also his birthday, the cousin whom we never see, not even at funerals. He is like a lone bird in the big sky. No one knows where he sleeps at night or why he does not make contact. Sometimes he is seen on his bicycle, the bicycle that is always with him. They say he is totally grey and that his cheeks are sunken. I wonder what goes on in his head. Why does he prefer to be alone. Is there something about life that he learnt that we never did? So on his birthday today I wonder whether he is wondering about his family the way we wonder about him.