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A love that defied 5,000 years of tradition.

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In December 1984, I was confined for an open-heart surgery to replace my damaged heart valves. The surgery was an act of faith as it was a last resort to life. Devices of diversion, like television and radio, were absent in the hospital. There was not even a cup of forgetfulness for me to drink all the bitter pills of sorrows and physical pains.
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