The only sound I
could hear were distressful cries from a woman in pain while another woman was
chanting in sermon saying ‘push!’.
That was the
moment I was born (although the cries and the flashing lights are a little bit fabricated, of course), and the moment that everything turned to be a written script just
like in the movies. Like most kids, I have grown up in the premises of a to-do checklist. I was inducted not upon a second thought in a life-long sketch I have never dreamt while I was a little boy – I wanted to be a doctor, a scientist, an architect
and even a singer. None of those seem too feasible. I did not end up loathing;
although I made sure that the world understood how wishful and eager I am to have a choice of my own, it was my
future after all.
