It has been almost three years that I have
built a home. Truly my heart belongs here. I could not have dreamt of such a
dwelling place had I lived a hundred years ago. My enchanting portal takes me
above cloud nine whenever I wish. Happiness is at my beck and call. It is no
Arabian tale but truth. Believe me; I see your smiling faces by my wondrous windows
every day. How can I forget how my chilly grieving bones received the suns you
gifted in the dark nights and stopped fragmenting? With an ear tuned to your
music, with an eye set to the word-fountain in your heart, I reside. So do you!
Don’t you? This solitary abode of mine vibrates with your presence. What about
yours? It’s good that we live on words. Our home is words. Our world is words.
We are words. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and
the Word was God.” In the end there will be the Word too.