Death


Death is the most familiar thing that we all like to be unfamiliar with. It is only a split second away from us and yet we behave as it so distant. It’s a reality that we don’t want to accept. Or rather, we are forced to accept, because we have no option. 


Death doesn’t bother about age. For it, anything that is alive, is a target. It is cold and cruel. Emotionless. When it strikes around you, it shakes you up, so much so, that for a moment you are left breathless. And when you start breathing again, you wonder, when it’ll be your turn. 


Death is depressing, debilitating, devastating. Those who lose their loved ones are the ones who well and truly know what it means to be bereaved. I’ve had had my share of bereavements. My grandparents, sister at age 39, and mother were the ones that affected me the most. Also, uncles, aunts, other relatives, and friends and colleagues. Every death around you is a unique experience. 


Like the one yesterday. A lady colleague lost her young son in a car accident and in no time her world came crashing down. We can only think, debate, and philosophize. Why did it happen? What was the reason? Why couldn’t God have been kinder? Questions and more questions. But life continues. Office is the same. Work goes on.  


A mother is heartbroken. Will her heart ever mend? Time heals the deepest of wounds. If death is a great leveller, then time is no less. Perhaps, it’s a greater leveller. That’s the hope. 


-NZ

9.12.2019

BN: 205

Comments

  1. Deepak Mehra24 December 2019 at 06:56

    Questions without any answers...
    Yes, shocking to hear about the death of our colleague’s son. I wish her strength in this time of grief.

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