With words full of choked emotions and a memory which remains vivid to the point of breakdown I write this from the bottom of my heart

The day he was born to the day he got cremated the period from cradle to grave was graver

There wasnt a single moment of poignancy which went unnoticed but then his face never reflected the intense worry that lay beneath

The diabetic blood never gave way to a painful evidence but then such is the travesty of fate that the fallen keep on falling in one way or the other

One who is great has greatness thrust on him and such was this man who always carried his worries on a smile and had a smile for his worries

This did not come easily when with an inch long needle thrust into his left arm for the dialysis to happen twice a week and a loss of a companion doing no better

Blood sugar fluctuations and bouts of unconsciousness and swirling eddies and a near blood clot which went berserk were all the manifestations of the tremendous fight for life

Survival of the fittest actually lost out to this man and then he will always remain with us in flesh and blood

Towards the agonising pain of seeing him in the precarious condition of not able to speak whence on the pyre and the effect of this on me

It is sad that we are born for birth is mortal and death immortal

We try to survive but we do not have an aim , for our destination is known yet we crave and feel depraved at all times

Comparison is the root cause of all evil; Money comes a close second

What happens to the soul and what happens to the dear departed, no one knows

Yet we live nay we prolong our lives whether on a ventilator or with chemotherapy ; undergoing spasms of pains and many an ache but we gather courage by the dozen just to be on this planet

We strive for every ounce of a second so that we may see, we may speak, we may breathe, we may enjoy, we may smile ,we may do so many good things in the unity of peace and happiness

Alas! There will never be an occasion whence the individual will be with us

D-a-d is D-e-a-d