Before my scheduled arrival to this world, God asked me what I wanted to be. "A writer." I said. "Granted." he smiled kindly for he is kind, generous, and God.

Thus, I started with a blank sheet, an ink-pen and a lifetime to write. The page seemed insufficient and my story was too long but I had to write, that is what I had wished for.

After years of writing I realised that the page still looked blank for the most part. Then I began to worry about the ink; how long...