• fallen_42 11w

    Death

    I have always seen death from a distance. Either by peeking through a window far away or hiding behind my mother, while holding her hand. Or on some days i just saw death lying by the roadside, as people gathered around it. And on other days I saw death struck by a truck, lying in a pool of blood and vanished away as the bus continued to move, while people kept staring from their windows. Few days, it was sitting in an ambulance, making its way through a traffic jam. I saw it oustide the hospitals i visited and inside the homes of people i knew. But it has always been from a distance. The day dadu died, i couldn't feel anything. I was an observer even then. I am an observer even now. All through this i never let myself grieve. Grieving is personal and i never wanted to associate myself with death at all. So i ignored it all along. But today the uncertainty scares me, makes me believe that death is always lurking in the corner, with a smirk on its face, waiting for someone to trip. Does it make sense to you, that tomorrow it can knock on our doors and ask for a person we love? It doesn't seem like a beautiful truth, that we take birth only to die and leave people behind grieving. But today i do know this: when grief strikes, it can shut you down, make you seem like the most normal person amidst the people crying, can almost let you believe that every thing is fine and you can handle this. But on one damned day, you are going to break down, and cry for the death of your grandparents you weren't attached to or that boy you stopped seeing one day suddenly, or the classmate who couldn't convince himself that life was worth it. One day, it is all going to come back, and haunt you and will start with a headache until your whole body feels the heaviness. One day you are going to sleep to escape it but sleep will sacrifice itself at the hands of grief. One day when it all breaks down for you, and your phone seems heavy with the lost contacts, and you find none by your side, remember if grieving is personal, it can be shared too. And like all things good, it must be shared. That's how we remind ourselves that if one hand can help protect from burning sun, more hands can make a roof over someone's head in times of rainfall...