Do people really die?
What will you say if I ask you about that "Do people really die?"
Hah, Absurd question right.
Last night I woke up just after a half an hour sleep and started imagining about my Grandmother who died last year naturally. I mean it was not at all a story to think of and neither I was having someone there to trigger me up with the thoughts like this, But I really imagined this through.
I just felt like to imagine some of the memories which I shared with her, It was not like she vanished in thin air, As if I felt like she was sitting right beside me asking me to recall about the time which I shared with her. I never cried over the loss of her life. I never cried when anyone from my family member died, Its not like I don't love them, I do, Its just I feel sometimes too practical to shed tears.
But that night was different, Yesterday was different, In no time, her thoughts and the moments which I shared with her, filled my mind completely. Those many time when she saved me from getting a beating from mom over the silly mistakes which I made.
Those times when she helped me to have my dinner when i was fast asleep...there were many more thoughts like this. They were not just memories not until she left....But then I felt like I need to think about them at time, I need to think about those memories and the time which I shared with her, Because that's it, that's where she is living with me. In my heart, In my thoughts, through the time I am alive.................She is going to be alive.
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