PrologueJuly 9, 2014
"In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory. Life is walking dream while death is coming home"
Words barely came out of my mouth , a sudden rope of grief and melancholy gripped me tighter against the throat.I was barely able to breath, last night's dinner painfully churned inside me.I could feel the dizziness welcoming me.Unable to say anymore,i stepped down from the make-shift podium and hurriedly went outside the church ,casting a lingering gaze towards the coffin.
I was barely able to fill up my lungs with air as I stepped out.There stood she ,reeking of alcohol ,eyes red and puffy.She was hardly able to balance herself.Everyone waited for her to make eulogy but she never came.
"Won't you come inside ?"
I asked ,taking a step in her direction.She blinked at me with those helpless orbs as if she just noticed my presence, bags under her eyes were prominent.It pained me to see her like this.She shook her head in negative response,her movements were sloppy and ragged.She looked tired.
"You should have made the eulogy"
I shared my opinions with her as she continued to fumble with her fingers.Her eyes were barely holding tears,I could see the glistening in them.
"I know"
She croaked in.Her voice scratchy and rough,barely coming out.Putting my palm on her shoulder I tried to put some strength in her as she stood in front of me.She leaned forward ,pressing her forehead on my chest.
"Why it has to be him? It should have been me"
Her voice was barely audible,the tears that were threatening to fall off flowed through her eyes.She was crumbling down before me.Unable to take it anymore,I put my arm across her shoulder ,pulling her more into him.How could she think like that? Her words created a ruckus inside me,I've never felt so helpless in my life.
"Lets go inside.I think they burried him"
Taking her hand ,i made my way into the back field.She gripped my hand tighter as we went near ,her hands trembled against mine.She abruptly stopped making me cone to halt too ,a few metres away from the people that were gathered around the grave.I quietly followed her line of vision.
"Here lies a dutiful son, a loving brother and a caring friend; Samrat Tiwari"
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