"Life is so beautiful that Death has fallen in love with it" - Yann Martel
There is no escape from death. This is a known universal truth and people still don't accept it. I can understand the bond shared between people, the love, the affection, the memories, a wish to have these continued for some more time......but how long ? there has to be an end, no denial, but yet there is no acceptance.
Probably I am at a stage where I am going to start witnessing the demisal of my elder generation. You, the person who is reading this post, may think I am such a heartless character, may be yes to a large extent. But then what do I do ? I don't have a control of lot of things.
16th August, I was at my mom native place. That's a place where I have received immeasurable love. My uncle, Palaxaiah, packed 30 kgs of rice packet to take it home. An hour later he was unwell and got admitted to hospital in Gadag. He went through brain surgery and never recovered. Sad to say, he had a heart attack today morning and is no more.
Yesterday evening I requested mom to prepare dosa for today's breakfast. Mom prepares dosa batter with the same rice that my uncle gave me. I normally don't ask for the next day's breakfast. But I don't know why I had an urge for dosa. Was that some kind of indication ?
Not sure if that was an indication. But surely humans tend to link occurrences, like the above one. Mom was in total denial to accept her brother's demise. The love, the affection was strong that she was asking god why didnt she get death before her brother's. She was even blaming me for not letting her to visit him all these days, when he has been hospitalized since 16th August.
I am more of practical person than emotional. For me its a little difficult situation to accept what mom commented. Or may be its the generation gap that doesn't make me think in her way.
On the other hand, Dad is going through rough tides. Don't know when he is gonna collapse.
N will have a tough time coping with me in future.
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