Death

A news is good
A news is bad
A news is what keeps us intact

There is good news and a bad one.

The good news is someone in known relations got a govt. job and is finally stable in life.

The bad news is a girl of 19, in known relations, died while giving birth to her child, destabilising the child for entire life.

A boy was married to a girl at an early age last year, and she became pregnant. The boy is 25 now, and the girl is dead. Her suffering increased manifolds by the jaundice that was detected days before she went into labour. Making her death unavoidable. Young age, jaundice, childbirth.

There is a thing about happiness. It’s like Light being emitted. It only spreads. But sadness. It doesn’t work that way. It’s like a black hole. Sucks everything into it. And in a case like the one we have here, the sad part over-weighs the happy.

The best gift bestowed to human beings is the ability to forget. It’s a boon which often people confuse for a curse. It’s a necessary evil. If we always remembered events and things that happened then we would be burdened with sadness beyond recovery. It’s this forgetfulness that helps us overcome the emotions that drag us down with them. And you may relate to what I am saying easily. How? Well, we often face some situations when we hear something terrible that had happened to someone, and all we say is, “That’s unfortunate”, and we move on. Because we know that it has nothing to do with us. We don’t feel the burden of mishap. But a news like the one we have here, it has a strong sense to it. We can only imagine the pain someone might have gone through. It becomes hard to get over such thoughts. Such constant pull to infinity. This drag. It becomes hard to stay happy. And somewhere deep down you know the person might have been so helpless. You wish you could confront them. In any human manner possible. You want to be with them at such times. Even if you can’t save them, you just want to be with them. So that death is not so lonely. You can only wish for a death less bad.

These are the times when you recognise the invaluable virtue of love.

Death is powerful. Something with such power should never exist.



May you rest in Peace.