#LIVING INSIDE YOUR EYES #Part3 As usual, we slept on the terrace in that night. A few minutes later Shaloni told, ”There is nothing to bother about death. It is natural like the breeze that makes a bud to blossom into a flower without any evidence or identifications of that happening. We would be unaware of the fact that we lived till then and we are going to die now and that’s where death enters. I Want To Have A Peaceful Death, I Want To Feel Contented That My Life Was Purposeful And I Offered Love At Least To Those Who Surrounded Me...My Death should be like a peaceful sleep after a tiring yet satisfied journey called, ‘Life’. I am not afraid of it. Believe me after death, we would be happy and safe somewhere else. After my death, I don’t want anyone to cry for any reason because I believe that your grief may hurt my soul. I want my body to be placed in a coffin and I want our terraces rose plant to be planted over the place where I am buried, so that my death bed will remain fragrant,” her father listened to her serenely while his heart was groaning the pang. I sobbed pitifully. Shaloni came near me, placed my head in her bosom and said, “Hey my little Prince, don’t cry. Every time you cry, remember, my heart is suffocating. I promise you that I will be with you forever. I will never miss you and you will never miss me.” She always made my worries vanish mostly with her deceiving words. I always loved to be with her, since I had been always happy with her.” Then I closed my eyes believing that these sorrows would go away. The next day her father was surprised when he woke up, as he saw the rose plant - which never flowered for these years - had given a bud. With full of excitement, he called Shaloni; but Shaloni was quiet. He went close and called out her name and touched her face since he couldn’t believe that she was gone. I too woke and I was very afraid that the day I never wanted to come had come at last. In spite of the strange pain, I felt I was not cursed that I hadn’t seen Shaloni suffering a painful death. We were a little lucky on regarding this, as she had found a natural death. Tears didn’t come this time, though I felt the absence of her, I felt she was safe somewhere else and no need to worry about it now. Mr.Dutta once told me, “Relations are like the leaves of the tree, they are not permanent if they wither someday, and soon some other leaves will replace them.” However, the leaves would be replaced but what about the base? Relations were many in number, they come and go but only a soul mate like her tolerates to remain with us forever. Would I ever once again find someone like her? Would I be lucky enough to experience the heavenly love again in this Earth with someone other? Her father then arranged for the cremation of her. Many people arrived within minutes, without giving us much time to moan inside of ourselves. I kissed Shaloni’s forehead and stroked her face gently before her body was kept in the coffin. I prayed to God that He would deal her softly and place her soul in some of the safest places. I wished nothing hurts her. Was she in a condition to feel the hurt? No, as she was dead now. Perhaps, I didn’t want her corpse - which once nested a beautiful soul to be harmed even. According to her wish, we took her cautiously and placed inside the coffin to say her all our final dreadful goodbyes. She was slowly moving down into the pit, moving away from us slowly and then going to be all at once. I watched the girl, who came into my life like a rainbow and gave a new meaning to it being slowly buried in the Earth. My heart suddenly started to cherish the golden moments, she offered to me, maybe because of the fear that I wouldn’t get another chance to look her face like I looked at her all these days. She had promised me that she would be there with me forever and wouldn’t leave to fight alone. But what happened now? Where is her promise? Where is she now? I stepped away, sat down and started to feel the sudden depression. I closed my eyes. She came inside my eyes and proved me that she is always a girl of her Words... #LastPartToBeContinued
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 18:52:21 +0000
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