Perhaps winters had hibernated the writer in me and it only comes out now for the love of the ink diffused in my blood. I am very sure this might not be good but it was the most I could do now after what I am going through . So please bear with me for I promise all my readers better content in future. Keep inking till then.
I spent sleepless nights, staring at the starry sky, hoping for one to fall. But all that was falling were tears down my eyes. In the gloom filled heart of mine there was a little corner occupied by hope. I could hear feeble whispers coming from my heart saying "Madeeha don't worry he is just sleeping, he will be back". Though I was about to be 15 in less than a month I couldn't stop believing that hope can do miracles. He stood six feet tall on the coffin wrapped in white and I couldn't stop crying. The first time I cried so much. They pushed me aside saying his soul would be hurt to see you crying and I kept pleading god to give him a moment's life more so that I could meet him one last time. But then I could feel the feeble sounds from my heart fainting. I was blinded by tears for the while and all I could see in the blurred vision was that they raised the coffin and headed to the door. It felt like my heart sank, they took me aside and we all cried.
At night I went to the terrace and looked up at the sky. The cloud had hidden the stars i wanted should fall. Then I spotted a star slowly creaping out from behind a cloud. It shined like i never saw any other star do; i know was kiddish to believe it was you grandpa but that gave me a feeling that you will stay with me forever. Forever till the helium burns and forever till we are again together.
People come and turn to ash for god had promised us all death. No matter how much you pray or cry there are some prayers that fail to reach the sky.