She had a dream that a big wave carries my father away. You see, my family was poverty stricken. She saw this skinny boy in a corner when she arrived.He was very sick. " How is he?" She asked my mom.

" He has not been eating and very weak. We fear he has little time left."

" Help me. Go ahead and heat water and I will see what I can do." My aunt was very efficient in matters involving practical thinking.

You see at that time, to get to the hospital one has to walk for miles. And that was not an option for me who was frail. I could not probably withstand the journey.

She took care of me, fed me and cradled me at night so that her warmth could provide me the strength. She endured my cries and needs.

I got better. But by then I would never leave her side. I cried hysterically whenever she parted from me. My parents decided that it's a good idea to let her take me along.

And that was the start of my love-filled childhood. And that shaped me into a person I am now.