Death and its associated references always throw me off gear.. Even the drive through the road where the crematorium is located makes me very very very disturbed, and finds me chanting God's name incessantly till we have safely reached the other end of the road..... it brings back images of the deaths i have seen and also brings into play my imagination of deaths that I do not ever wish to witness....
Yesterday night, I was reading "The English Teacher" by R.K.Narayan, well past midnight... it had a vice like grip on me.... The book describes the wonderful love between the husband and wife of regular middle class background, the simple pleasures in which the family exults along with their 3 year old daughter and how peacefully life goes on, till the wife is struck down and bed-ridden with typoid and eventually passes off.. The narration of how considerate the husband is towards his sick wife, her dutifulness in spite of failing health, her last hours, his emotions at her passing off, and the child's innocent questioning at her mother's absence... it just broke my heart.. it brought back memories of all the deaths of relatives that i have witnessed.. especially the parting scenes....
They say there is afterlife and one could communicate with the departed.. why then do we miss them so much....I think of all my friends who have lost their parent(s) early in life... wonder what emotional turmoil they may have gone through.... We are so dependant emotionally on our near and dear ones- and such a separation rends our hearts asunder.....
After my grandpa passed away a decade back, I have seen him in my dreams 2-3 times..... I loved him a great deal...and in one of them he said something and asked me to write it down too....
In spite of the fear and awe that Death holds, it is inevitable and HAS to be faced......
Yesterday night, I was reading "The English Teacher" by R.K.Narayan, well past midnight... it had a vice like grip on me.... The book describes the wonderful love between the husband and wife of regular middle class background, the simple pleasures in which the family exults along with their 3 year old daughter and how peacefully life goes on, till the wife is struck down and bed-ridden with typoid and eventually passes off.. The narration of how considerate the husband is towards his sick wife, her dutifulness in spite of failing health, her last hours, his emotions at her passing off, and the child's innocent questioning at her mother's absence... it just broke my heart.. it brought back memories of all the deaths of relatives that i have witnessed.. especially the parting scenes....
They say there is afterlife and one could communicate with the departed.. why then do we miss them so much....I think of all my friends who have lost their parent(s) early in life... wonder what emotional turmoil they may have gone through.... We are so dependant emotionally on our near and dear ones- and such a separation rends our hearts asunder.....
After my grandpa passed away a decade back, I have seen him in my dreams 2-3 times..... I loved him a great deal...and in one of them he said something and asked me to write it down too....
In spite of the fear and awe that Death holds, it is inevitable and HAS to be faced......
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