Tuesday, October 25, 2011


He was 28 and left us. Son of my mother's sister.

It is really hard to believe he is not around the countryside I often visited while I was a kid. He left all of us saddened and gave no signs of coming back. It is only being philosophical that compensates now for the pain of not seeing him again. Contemplation gives me a temporary moment of wisdom.

I read in my childhood There are some partings from where no body returns. Truly written.
This year has been the year of witnessing departures.
So many departures.
Departures breaking brain and heart.

Indeed, life gives its signatures of unfairness.