Life moves on......

The moment of truth…. when u wake up in the morning and hear her scream. She has just received the news of her sister’s death. Her beloved sister, whom she wasn’t able to meet in 14 years. The rush of shock and pain strike your heart at once. Your priority is her pain now. She has always been that sensitive and emotional person who has given her entire life and devotion to her people, her family. And losing one of them is like losing one part of herself. Now she is looking for that part of herself in everything. She wants to remember each and everything she knew about her sister. She wants to learn the things she didn’t about her. So that she can once again rebind with her. Find her ‘self’. This soul searching leads her to the saddest street. The street called ‘if only’. If only I had spoken to her yesterday. If only I had somehow defied my circumstances and met her. If only I had done more to help her. She knows that what happened in no way could have changed by doing anything else on her part. And as if the pain was not killing enough there is that fact of ‘life moves on’… How can it? One important person is left behind. One piece of your heart taken away.. Then how can life move on.. She sees and hears the world around her and realizes the life led by other people. People are going to their day’s work. Hoping to find something engaging today. Hoping to find hope to live on today. There is the continuous cycle of day and night and before she knows, its almost an year.

You wake up today, she is waking you up… This time she is giving you a news... “The King of pop is no more they say on TV.” You wake up, the news hasn’t sunk in yet. The shock hasn’t shown up yet. And you ask her why on earth did she have to give you such news while waking you up in the first place?
It’s late already and you need to get ready for office. TV channels are flashing the news. This time you give it your notice. All these years your favorite star was in recluse and his sudden death didn’t shock you at first. But as time passes you feel the heaviness. The man you loved as an icon is no more. It’s on the TV, radio and the Internet. People are frenzy everywhere. How/what/when questions seek answers. And the feeling of loss takes its place everywhere.

However slowly life gets back to normal again. Life has in fact moved on. You stare at the cruelty of life. Life of a person, be it of a sister or of an icon or any other creature on this planet has importance only until its alive. Once that biological functioning of breath stops, life has moved on. The people directly involved are halted only for a moment. But they have to get back on, on this ‘track of life’. They feel how can life be so brutal. How can life ask us to get going? But Life’s not asking you. It’s commanding you. Those who fail to take these orders are only left behind.

Once in a while people fall back and travel the ‘if only’ path again… You fill your mind with memories of your beloved ones and thrive on their strength. And as the moment passes away, you breath again, you take the next step, you live again.