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To The Ones We Have Lost ..​

To The Ones We Have Lost ..

Just one more day ..

Isn’t that what we all ask for to the ones we have lost?

Just one more day to bid a better .. perfect farewell.

Another chance to make things right before we bid our final goodbyes.

A chance to go on the last ride down the same lane.

A chance to re-live the old days filled with nostalgia.

One more chance to hold hands before the final journey.

If only.

They say that you won’t understand the intensity of loss until you personally lose someone you love. Someone who mattered. Someone who was a part of your living life.

The number of lives the world has lost and is losing is merely numbers for everyone. But not for the family who is suffering the loss.

Something intrigued me when I saw life pass away to another land couple of days ago. My family and I still feel like it is just a bad dream. None of it feels real. We don’t even understand what this feeling of void is.

One moment you were here. And another moment, you were gone.

Just like that, your breath became air.

Where did the spirit go? How is all of this possible? What happens on the other side? How does it feel to leave? Is it better than where we are right now? Do you really see your entire life’s happy moment as the light guides your way home?

Do the stars and moon shine a little brighter as they welcome you home?

Guess we will never know.

I cannot help but think there definitely must be another universe with less sorrow and more happiness. More real than what we are living today.

The ultimate question we face when we witness such extraordinary events is – What is the point of all this? Why are we even here if we all are going to end up with the same fate in our final hour?

Turns out, we don’t know that as well.

But what we know is that until we are here, fine and healthy, we can try and make each other’s life less painful and more beautiful. We can try to not look down on people but look at them with the same amount of respect and empathy. We can try to not overwork ourselves.

Our words may be the last gift we will ever give to someone we love before they take on their final ride. Choose them carefully. Don’t go to bed before resolving your fights.

In the world we are living in today, we never know which would be our final chance to express how much we care and appreciate their presence.

“If I’d known this would be the last time we’d talk I’d have thought of something better to say.”

I think it’s time for me to re-read the best book – Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom. This book changed the way I look at life (literally speaking). I re-read it every once in a while to remind myself to not forget what the book taught me.

I ask you to give this book a try. I bet you will take away way more than the price you will pay to buy the book. It totally is worth it.

To give you a gist, the book talks about life and death. A dying man is narrating and a young man (who is in a middle of a work-mess) is listening to him. This is a true story. He talks about how petty those little things were about which he used to complain about when he was younger, now that he is on his death bed.

The dying man, Morrie, left the world leaving behind a lot of wisdom. As the book rightly says, why would a dying man lie about life?

I can’t stress enough how wonderful this book is. Read it and live your days the right way when you can .. Even with so much of loss and sorrow, we have the privilege to make things beautiful and bearable with love – the strongest emotions of all.

The world, sometimes, changes just within seconds. Home feels different even though it has been the exact same for the past many years. We move on or try to move on, but we carry the memories of who we have lost forever. We promise ourselves and to their spirit with tears in our eyes that we will always remember them. We try to hold on to the last conversation we had.

What a funny way to live a life. You ascend when it’s your turn leaving everything and everyone behind. Death is not what people are afraid of. It is the effect that death leaves what people are afraid of. Just like the wind. You can’t see it. But you sure can say it is windy if the trees are dancing wildly.

We still feel your presence around us. We know you are here. But it hurts to know that we cant see you, or talk to you. Life is really unfair. Morality is what we were taught about, today, we fear it.

I will leave you with a quote from Forest Gump –

“I don’t know if we each have a destiny or we’re all just floatin’ around accidental like on a breeze. But I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both happening at the same time …”

To the ones we have lost, may we meet again.


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Kinjal Parekh

A finance girl trapped inside Sylvia Plath's mind and Albert Camus' world. Hi! I’m Kinjal Parekh from Mumbai, India and I love to read books. When I started with my book blog, I did not realize that my passion to read would open doors for me to diversify my reading picks, discover new authors and start my own YouTube channel. So here is where you will find everything related to books and otherwise! Book reviews, book recommendations and a little bit about my days and months in general. They read much like my own public journal entry. Feel free to contact me for collaborations, promotions or just to discuss a book or two. Hope you found home in between lines and pages like I did. ❤️✨

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