We took the leap and backed them In fragrance of daffodils the Gulmohor made the way, being so unaware we followed It. If that was so unforgiven fate, we sailed over the solar waves to see the God's universal attires and paused. Subha, will you Love me even after my death,I asked. When no existence of mine will sing you only melancholy; Don't cry, Okay! no one will be there to save you from any heartbreak whom will you think by the petrichor time, the cloudburst over and cracking melodies In your eyes, but I don't believe you you soon shall forget. You will soon forget Subha, you'll soon forget. Lets do a theft, you sign the paper here I'll fill the white by red that you'll not forget me till the fifty first rain. That you will dance on your Day by the site of the green mountains over the sprawling path of woods where the haze falls like snowflakes, we've been there till the memories lost their ways we did the toy train ride beyond the Ghoom's way. Will you remember or you'll Just forget. I don't know how to explain, but this separation was so tough, my car lost the road and I plunged Into deep of stream my voice echoed none to help I called your name again and again and rested unto the heaven. You told me at the bus terminal not to ever return again and you laughed why didn't you tell me, you loved me more than. Why didn't you tell me to soon come back. I don't believe you Subha you soon shall Forget (me).
The moment someone is born, they come with an expiry date. Once you are born into this world, you have to die; for immortality exists only in literature. That's the way nature works. It gives life for a while to serve your purpose and then it takes that back. It is basically a give and take policy.
When the Covid-19 pandemic struck the world, I thought this too shall pass. Once I started seeing people lose lives, I asked Death, not to be proud. Just like John Donne had written in the poem 'Death, be not proud'. My family was safe and sound. The 1st wave went without me witnessing a personal loss. Then the early phase of the 2nd wave struck, and it was merciless. Death took away a precious part of the foundation of our lives. It took away my Uncle ( my inspiration, debate-partner, fellow researcher, friend and father figure). We all had gathered in our ancestral home for a joyous occasion. The entire family was present. Death had taken him away from our midst. It seemed as though a dementor had taken away all the happiness in a jiffy and I was numb that my patronus charm didn't work against it. Maybe I was too weak enough to cast the spell. Out of the twelve people present, six of us were tested Covid positive. And seventh one had already left for his heavenly abode. That was my first hand experience of seeing death so closely. The void it created is unfathomable. He had served his purpose of life. He was a dear son, an amazing brother, a doting father, a loving husband and an excellent uncle. More than all these tags, he was a genuine human being. And has left behind big shoes for us to fill. He never feared death. Just few hours before passing away, he was being philosophical about death and told me how it is nothing but another phase of our lives in this Universe. Little did I know that I would face this reality check sooner in my life. This is a truth that we all need to live with. We shouldn't be proud of what we have, because life can change in seconds. Count your blessings and be thankful for what you have instead of complaining.
For the free spirit he was, I want to remember him happily. I have always had his unconditional support in whatever I did and I know that he will continue to do that from wherever he is. I want him to live through my writing, and today I dedicate this post to my beloved uncle. A day does not go by without remembering him.
The little note of a lilac to a gentle breeze that made the petals to dance..... Separation is pain, yet some things are supposed to be separated. Some relations demand one to get separated so as to avoid a fixed fate that is known. Everyone need to move on...Yet separations create a void in our heart... #separation #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork