No! I must be dreaming, i pinch myself to be sure and the pain of the pinch shows that i am wide awake.How can she look exactly like me?,there is absolutely no difference. Is she my dead twin? Did my grandparents lie to me? All these questions plague my mind as i stare at the lady buying fruits from the fruit seller.I was told i had a twin but she died at birth.I need to talk to this lady and find out her story,as i move to touch her,she turns and our eyes meet.