Love; attempt #1 (life) She seldom leaves me alone. Out of sight is out of heart, she says. She tells me that I look like her and my eyes and chin resemble hers. She puts my hand close to her face, then she whispers something. She has given me a name ‘Sonu’, it means pure gold or a gift from God. I don’t know what it means to be a gift from God, only she can tell. She is the sole source of all my knowledge, sense and she is my universe. She waits for hours to have a glimpse of my eyes when they open, the ones that look like hers. But I mostly sleep, yawn and cry. My only encounter which brings me to life is when my mouth touches her breast. I am the infant she snuggles in her lap.