4 months ago
Why is it that we value and cherish people only after they’re gone. Far away.
Four years. Four goddamn years, but it still feels like yesterday.
What not have I done to get this weight off my chest, what have I not tried to distract myself from this pain, grief, guilt; I dunno what is it. Maybe the way she used to brush my hair everyday, or when she used to wait for me after school to have lunch together, or the nights when she gave up sleep when I fell sick, when she used to force me to attend my vocal classes, or the very fact that I’ll always be a part of her; all of it still feels like yesterday.
It doesn’t matter how frequent my visits to her become, her grave, or how deep, beneath the earth she lays, the distance between us, Kolkata, West Bengal, this soil; she’s still going to be always out beyond my reach.
Ever looked at the night sky and wondered? How can there be so much beauty out there. The sky, so beautiful, just like she was. The stars, so powerful and bright, so far for us to reach. So fascinating just like our souls and brains, where can they not go? What can they not do? I mean, the brain named itself right? No matter how much time passes, it still hits me like yesterday.
But isn’t this what life is all about? Moving on? Or at least pretending for the sake of this universe. We don’t weep in the remembrance of the dead for an eternity. No we don’t. They’re gone. To a better place I believe. Life is short and can come to an end any minute.
All you can do is live with the memories. Some still fresh, some fading away, just like her. Just the memories, bitter and sweet.
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