There was teacher I liked so much, but she had a very short span of life, not upto the usual life span humans have in general. She barely reached her 30s, then suddenly one day she was gone. Forever. Never coming back, leaving a person alone at her home. Her little son. How can one describe this, an unfortunate or fortunate life ?
Unfortunate because she wasn’t part of her life that she may have dreamt about and unfortunate because she missed all the years with her son who was the symbol of her love.

Or we can even see it the contradictory way, she was fortunate that she got to live short in this cruel world.

I recall her everytime on this day, because it is her birthday. And every year I wish I could convey my wishes to her in person.