Uncountable faces. And no similar ones. I will always be impressed by the fact that two eyes, a nose and a mouth on a face can create so many and such different combinations. When I was a child, my fear was that one day books and faces would come to an end. Now, even my face on the mirror is different than it was back then. And when I am happy or sad, when I am in pain, all my feelings, all my thoughts are reflected on my face in different ways. I am only one face, but as time goes by I am too many faces. Still I am unique. All of us are…