Sayani’s story

‘Why me?’  At some point, I suppose everyone asks ‘why me?’  I have come to the conclusion that the only appropriate answer is ‘why not?’ When I was younger, the answer was easy, the question rarely asked, because we were born to it.  We knew no other life.  And as the adults did not talk much about the past, not to us, anyway, most of us born of the desert knew little of what the alternatives were. What is there to say?  I was born to a mother who had herself lived her entire life in the desert.  She never saw anything else.  All she ever knew was the sand and the wind.  And me?  I never knew her.  She died before I was old enough to remember anything at all.  But then, so...