“It is as if a mountain of sorrow has collapsed on me!”My deceased grandmother used to say these words very often, and I always thought she was exaggerating. How can a mountain of grief fall upon anybody? Did man even have the capacity to bear so much suffering? However, only now, in my current situation, am I able to understand the truth behind her overemphasised statement. If time hadn’t played its awful games on me, I wouldn’t be standing here today. Life has given me in abundance, one after the other: What? Shocks!! By now, at the age of 27,