During one of my research trips, I met a lovely young woman named Manya. She was bright, generous and asked about my story. As she listened, I couldn’t help but think she enjoyed hearing about my 1907 novel since she listened so intently. The next morning, she was gone. To my surprise, I found this lovely note in the kitchen. It read:
I have looked at this small note every morning for the last 2 years. Thank you Mayya for the support.