
I once heard of a man,
who got thrown in prison
and was later given a second chance at life.
He was assigned a counsellor of sorts,
someone who would guide him to the "right path".
They fell in love,
got married.
They were perhaps incompatible by our social standards.
But they were happy.
Till one day,
he had cancer,
and passed away soon after.
I'd like to think,
in a way,
he was a very lucky man.