"the significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them, the secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources, imagination is more important than knowledge..." -- Albert Einstein
BY SAYDHAR BILKIS "Why does it seem like they all moved on without me like they stopped caring if I were still alive?" I heard her call me stranger. She asked her mum, my sister ‘Mum, who’s the stranger in our living room?’. Those were her actual words and I know I shouldn't be angry over it but I am. I am her aunt, she is supposed to know me. ‘Honey, would you want a cup of tea?’ my mum asks, pulling be to reality. I gave a slight nod and she places the little tray in front of me, with two saucers and a tea pot. She sits opposite me and begins to work on preparing the beverage. I have nothing to say to her and she also has nothing to say to me. It sucks that even after all these years of being separated, even so much that has happened, yet we have nothing to say to each other. The irony of it all. It's like she is my mother, but it is also like she isn't. I do not know her at all. ‘Its apple flavour honey, used to be ...