Sitting here in the house. It all seems so surreal. The people just walked around, stood around, whispered or looked sad. This was just a bad dream. It had to be. People don't just die. They have to grow old first. They have to watch their kids grow up and get married. They have to build houses and save money. People don't just die. They have to secure the future. They have to travel and see places. They have to love and get hurt. They have to cry. People don't just die. They have to fight and laugh and shop. They have to fall ill and recover. They have to learn to drive a car and eat in fine dining. They don't just drop dead.
Oh. But they do. Death. A morbid reality. Natural death, death by disease, death by accident. Bottom line, people die. They go away. Things unsaid, faces not seen, questions unanswered, problems unresolved. They just go away. Maybe they are peaceful after leaving behind this rat race. But what about those who they leave behind. Do we say, "take us with you" or say, "we'll carry on your legacy" ? Do we smile that they don't have any burdens to carry or cry because we shoulder theirs. Or maybe we just stand silently with tears running down our cheeks, thinking to ourselves.
What do we think... What happens next? Why did it happen? How? What the....
Or maybe we just are numb.
Whatever.
Life goes on. That's how they would want it.
Author's note- This was typed on my phone at a time when I was really affected. It took me a few days to summon the courage to put it up.
P.S for those of you who are bummed out by this post. Go read my other blog.. http://ishtyleawhile.blogspot.in/2013/10/of-festivals-and-mini-giveaway.html
P.S for those of you who are bummed out by this post. Go read my other blog.. http://ishtyleawhile.blogspot.in/2013/10/of-festivals-and-mini-giveaway.html
