A Journey of Loss

When someone dies, what’s more sorrowful – is he gone too soon or we won’t be able to see him again?

You receive a call informing that someone has passed away, funeral is scheduled tomorrow.

Those very close to the deceased couldn’t control and let their emotions and let out. Few manages to recover themselves.

Then begins the attempt to reach to the village in any which way to see him one last time. Somehow we manage and then starts the journey of all the moments we lived with that person.

Some relationships are such that, we don’t even know how and where they started. And there seems no need for that knowledge as well.

Their nature, sometime annoying, sometimes understanding, the fights, laughs, it all flashes in-front of eyes like the mile stones we pass during the journey.

Even though our heart hasn’t accepted that thing, everything we think of him considering ‘he is still there’.

When we finally reach village, and seeing him one last time gives way to the volcano of all the memories we thought during the journey. We literally lose ourselves. In those moments, we just wanted to cry.

Then we recover, make up our mind that the loss needs to be accepted. Then had to leave, everyone has to move on, stopping is not an option.

Then we start the return journey. Few days later everything gets normal, but the fear of “we can never meet again” lingers forever.

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