I.Miss.You

This Diwali, as I sit in my room watching people wearing fancy dresses and filling the gloomy dark sky with sparkles of joy, I am left wondering why I’m not one of them. Maybe because, there isn’t enough joy within me to spread around, maybe because your loss put in too much of pain within to consider celebrating or maybe, because I want to celebrate it with you!

Funny are the ways of nature, way beyond my understanding. I want to, though. I try. Try understanding how things work. Try understanding the meaning of life, death and beyond. Yes, there has to be a BEYOND. You have to be present there; alive somewhere, something that’s beyond death. You have to be there. And, you know what we’ll meet there, we’ll meet there once I’m done with life…just some more years.

I may be crazy to believe this. I may be crazy to think so much! However, coming to think of it,we cannot be mere machines. Machines that are manufactured, that work, need repair…and then start moving towards gradual death and eventually die…die, to never live again.

Death cannot be the end of it all. The soul has to live on, live on forever. I don’t know how much of it is true, I don’t even know whether there is anything known as the ‘soul’.I don’t know if I’d get to meet you again, I don’t know!

I just hope, hope against hope that there will a life beyond death, that death would be the end of absolutely nothing. Just the end of all mortal suffering maybe, if at all there is any. That death could actually be a celebration, a reunion with all the departed loved ones, so that when I reach my old age…I can actually look forward to dying because I’ll get to meet you!