Death

I just came out of the ICU with lot of flings of emotions that suppressed me for some moments. All that happned it touched my heart. At the same time when tears fill the little boy's wide n clear hazel eyes and slide delicately down his fair and pristine cheeks ,its difficult to deny the tears in your own eyes .Death of his mother it was.

Death is a painful thing.Not the pain of the body.But the pain of the seperation.Of not feeling the smell of her hands.Of missing the moments when you threw your arms playfully around her neck.Of not watching her folding the clothes.of not hearing her voice.

I know that death is not a pleasant thing.But just if we remember that it is there , waiting for of all of us,life can be more sincerely lived.Just remember that at the twilight,you will just have the moments made of these emotions and feelings to savour.nothing concrete.no money.no cars.no houses.no businesses run .no empires built.just these little moments.so we must be good. a fast brain u may do without.but have a beautiful heart.People wont remember the money u got , but how you made them feel.

And the fact is that this thing called life has lately been, not exactly as horrible as we mould it .