Me
But some parents are perhaps not so fortunate. Some experience the dark tunnel of child loss- the epitome of irreversible pain. Parents who lost both their children- one aged eight and another six- drowned together when they did not even learn what it was to swim through the ocean of life. But such was the love between the siblings that even death could not do them apart!!
A daughter sitting before where her father lay buried in search of his last remnants … maybe his last signs, his touch, his warmth still remain there!!
A young man in his thirties … was he a loner, or did he have a lover? Did she wait for his return from the business trip that he went to? Did he continue to share her life and be a part of it? Or maybe she just moved on …. with his soul waiting for years to meet her someday … buried next to where he lay!!
And the last one- a stone uprooted and fallen … maybe the life was as abandoned as lay his grave!!
I think sitting there what it is to bury someone so dear, when I cannot even burn the dead letters written by those living!!
“ IN DEATH, WE ARE NOT DIVIDED ….. THOUGH IN LIFE WE ARE”
Garima Sharma
( Garima just recently moved to Edinburgh in spring. She enjoys reading, playing video games and most of all eating south Indian food!)
Me
So many planets in this universe, Yet I was born on this one, Hundreds of countries on this planet, Yet I was born in this one, Millions of families in this country, Yet I was born to this one, Of all the families, In all these countries, On this entire planet, I was born as ' Me '. Is my body akin to the roots of a tree? Does it keep me strong in fierce winds? Or can I see past the illusion? These roots of attachment keep me stationary, They prevent me moving forwards.
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