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When he was 40, the renowned Bohemian novelist and short story writer Franz Kafka (1883–1924), who never married and had no children, was strolling through Steglitz Park in Berlin, when he chanced upon a young girl crying her eyes out because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka looked for the doll without success. Kafka told her to meet him there the next day and they would look again.

The next day, when they still had not found the doll, Kafka gave the girl a letter “written” by the doll that said, “Please do not cry. I have gone on a trip to see the world. I’m going to write to you about my adventures.”

Thus began a story that continued to the end of Kafka’s life.

When they would meet, Kafka read aloud his carefully composed letters of adventures and conversations about the beloved doll, which the girl found enchanting. Finally, Kafka read her a letter of the story that brought the doll back to Berlin, and he then gave her a doll he had purchased. “This does not look at all like my doll,” she said. Kafka handed her another letter that explained, “My trips, they have changed me.” The girl hugged the new doll and took it home with her.
A year later, Kafka died.

Many years later, the now grown-up girl found a letter tucked into an unnoticed crevice in the doll. The tiny letter, signed by Kafka, said, “Everything you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”

Picture Courtesy – Art by Isabel Torner

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I cherish those moments that passed like a smug, never expected this to be the last chance. Had I been told in advance about our destiny, would have tried hard not to leave you aside. You are the very reason for my cognitive transference and spiritual transcendence, yet you remain far away to reciprocate my true feelings. Your disciplinary actions, determined values and thrive to keep updated with the current trends are some of the eye openers to me. Is it possible to erase the first meeting I had at the airport, the place with so many chaos and feeling like a fresh off the boat. There you were smiling to greet me and my loneliness tagged your way till parking lot. What happened next was a true history bonded to my destiny, the smell of the new country and its county are unique to its landscape. More grasping is the house where everything seems to be like a refreshing image in my eyes. The entire place is filled with positive vibes that cannot be expressed in words, it has to be experienced by self. May sound lunatic or spooky for some of the passers, but more you open with possibilities the better one may treasure it. One section of the living room is surrounded with book racks that is very rare to find. To be honest, it is this spot that introduced me to books and not to forget the person behind who deserves the most praise.

He is none other than my great uncle, who is 87 years old with sharp memory and a great erudite. He is a doctor by profession and used to keep himself busy all the time by reading books, teaching spiritual text and attending his chores. He never feels exhausted from learning new things in life, such as languages or scriptural studies. The moment he arrives from work, I would sit beside to listen to his day’s experiences. He is a highly independent individual with so much knowledge to inculcate. He never lies, no matter what the situation demands. This is what admires me the most and was dreaming to be his shadow forever, but my fate had other plans. I had to return back to my home country and residing here ever since. Nevertheless, his physical presence may not be here, but all his values are poured on me and hope to meet him again in near future. Well, this article is a dedication to him as a token of love.

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