Thursday, 12 March 2015

Walk from the Pyre – a Soulful Tale

“There you are” I said to myself looking down at the soulless body.

I was in comma for a few days, finally drew a full stop today. Death is ought to happen. The dearest ones cry their heart out, kith and kin weep, some sob and a few wear a frown. I was not at all moved, death favors the brave. I was tired living in the virtual world and breathing the pseudo oxygen in ICU.
My wife was a prized possession from high school. Her love for beloved diminished marginally. My children - the intellectuals distanced themselves from my ghastly behaviour which indeed was utter love in my perspective. Friends and their parting promises made at the convocation was a fading memory now. The world’s ideologies are being ruled by machines rather than common sense. Moreover to the expensive world out there and the incessant demands all I could bargain was my happiness.

Free from the usual din of thoughts I smiled this morning easy. Light diffused through the fog. Ambience-serene and calm with a twinkle here and there. Skilfully stroked silver lining appeared throughout the immense sky. Shiny eyes, untainted faces and laughter filled the air with vibes unexplainable. It was a carnival shimmering with happiness.


Thud! Savitri banged her head on me. Poor heart trembled and throbbed. I was squeezed into the soulless body. I opened my eyes reluctantly. Insecurity surged behind the veiled faces, each trying hard to smile and harder to be themselves. I carved to sleep longer, closed my eyes – ‘...if afterlife was so beautiful, I would have played death every day...’

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