Death. A word that is often heard but ignored more often. You
have heard death a lot of times. Death came to you in lot of forms, the plant
you planted might have died of dryness. The hobbies you had might have died
because now you don’t feel like playing a guitar or play a sport. Other times
death might have come to you when your dog died, or when your favorite cat
died. Or it came when a neighbor faraway died. That must have been how you knew
death, but to me death came silently one morning and took my father right from
the grip of my hand.
Death is cold. First it made my father’s legs cold. Then it
made the hands cold and finally his heart. Then his eyes froze. Just right in front
of me the person who loves me the most in this world died. The person who will
walk the world if it means an iota of happiness to me died that day. Nothing could
hide him from death. My world crashed and fell down. But I didn’t shed a tear,
for I have cried so much from within that my tears dried a long time before he
died that day.
To be continued…..
