Now I understand how pointless it is to say, 'Let your soul rest in Peace'. The soul without a body would be the wind in desert which touches no trees,
which has no physical manifestations, which is body-less. Adorning peace to the end is just a mythical solace.I am sure it was an end and not peace. I tell
myself, she got released from the protracted suffering. But I know it was an end, final, unfair. Unfair to a bird which just started to fly, who can no more
see the world. Weaving words to dress up death is hard. So I stop.
Sometimes articulation is a burden.... Something which you have to do, but you cannot do full justice to. I am trying in vain. The feeling is an incredible heaviness to my life. It is not a cliched 'meaning of life', but something that transcends Meaning and Destiny. I have always found my path laden with thorns and suddenly those thorns are not painful. Maybe it is the view of the path which I didnt care to see till now. Maybe the view just got better. Maybe it is the beauty of the pain.A strange enigmatic comfort derived from the agonizing ordeals you are subjected to. Suddenly the journey has become more beautiful than the hope of destination. Yes I know that all the good things has an end attached to it, but so do I know there is nothing as foolish as the word predestined. I am inspired to act more than ever before. I am inspired to change opinions and prejudices. I am inspired to make myself better. I am inspired to laugh and cry for the real things in life. This for You. For your graciousness. For your endurance with the eternal pain called Me. For suffering my whims and still making me smile. No matter how short this phase is, this is The Spring.
