I have no idea which will be the last face I ever see and recognize, but I know for sure which was the first. It would be an understatement to say that I owe my life to her, when in fact I literally do. I wonder why it took me so long to write about her, whereas I have written before about my brother and father, albeit not being able to entirely cover what they truly mean to me. Probably that is why I haven't written about her yet, fearing that no words can possibly illustrate our relationship. But today, I am going to try. On her birthday, I'm going to tell her at what place she is in my life, and forever will be. My earliest memory of her, which I can lucidly recollect...sorry for the interruption; coincidentally, she just called me. There's so much I want to tell her, but often I don't proceed beyond humming and asking general questions. Anyway, my earliest memory of her is from when we were at NOIDA near Delhi. Dad was transferred there for a couple of