I’m having a little pain and difficulty writing this as I cut my finger 2 days back, but the good thing is it’s healing. What else does one want? People desire to heal as soon as they get hurt. This year (not even in a year, nearly a week or two) we’ve lost so many people, mostly due to covid. Like 6-7 in a row. The first dead person I witnessed was my Nani. 10 months ago. I remember everything I saw that day. I still recall it (who, how and when the news was broken, how we went there, all of the emotions and of course ‘her’) I don’t remember any faces I saw that day but just, hers. I wasn’t allowed to see her, so they sent me upstairs but I knew this was my last chance to look at her. So I managed to find a place to have a glimpse of her. I took more than a glimpse. It felt like my eyes would never have enough of her. She was still, lifeless but somehow talking. She was waiting for her death for a very long time. Maybe she’d already figured out what life is all about. I looked at her till she went. She’s not here anymore. I realised, to leave is a better or the best choice one can ever make for themselves or even for the one they cared/loved their entire life (why didn’t I entirely use the word love here has a different story.) I’ve started to wake up early in the morning to see sunrise, to listen to birds chirping, to see life happening around me in its little, purest form. I think it is because one never knows when it’ll be your last.
knocking your door 