==Prologue==

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. ------ Albert Schweitzer

Have you ever wonder, if you had lost the ability to speak, what would be the most difficult thing to convey? It is hard to imagine, since most of us are naturally born to be capable of expressing ourselves through words, audible voices in fact. Yet, many are taking this inapt god-given ability for granted. I used to have that simple little voice to put my words across, but subsequently lost it when I was nine, as the doctors declared that I’ve suffered from the traumatic experience of losing my parents in a car crash. It was kind of ironic, when I used to be an obstinate little kid, who chose to hide her feelings and be an introvert. Now, when I wanted to express those feelings verbally, I could not. Since then, I’ve been carrying that pang of regret for not being able to say ‘I love you appa and umma.’


I was later taken in by a fatherly figure, who happens to be the vocal therapist who attended to me after the incident. I could not be more grateful to him as he has provided me the basic needs of life, the warmth of a family and more importantly, through him, I met the most significant person in my life. Our first encounter was still fresh in my memory, those innocent puppy eyes that turn into crescent moon shape upon her pearly white smile was what that brightened my darkest times.

She knows what I want, my needs, my frustrations, and my moodiness. In short, she knows me, a lot. In times when many were not able to understand my muted gestures, she was the one who passed on the messages without missing any single detail, or even expressing them much better than I was able to. She is Tiffany Hwang, my conveyor.

All these years, her place in my heart has grown as much as my reliance on her. She may know a lot about me, but I doubt that she will be able to read me like a book. Because I was certain that she was not able to recognise something, the fact that I love her more than a friend all this while. I am in love with my conveyor, and it is my biggest challenge, when many ordinary people have already failed in the complex world of love and emotions, not to mention an aphasic like me.

How should I, or do I, conquer the adversities and difficulties of my impairment?

She might be able to convey my opinions and feelings which are on the superficial level. But would she be able to break down the little barrier in my heart to unlock those concealed affections that only belong to her?

It is difficult enough to love somebody, but it is tougher, and takes greater courage to love when you know that you are not good enough for the other.