Doomsday

This world is filled with far more cruel people than the ones who’re losing their/loved ones’ lives in this fight against the global pandemic.

My heart is pouncing loud and chest bereaves heavily, loss of a dearly loved one as I write this. I write it because, this is the only remedy am conscious of in these moments.

My uncle (mausaji), another martyr in this COVID-19 battle was otherwise a hail and hearty man. Morally correct, principly upright, epitome of self discipline and emotionally consumed in every day nitty-gritties of his life as well as that of ours (i.e. people around him); he was a thorough gentleman.

He has been one of the most resilient personalities during testing times; consoling the grieved, anchoring the destitute and the poor, shouldering responsibilities of the incapables or less capable ones… He, towered over all woes and discomforts in life vividly and gracefully.

No one close to him ever needed to ask him for help as he’d reach them much sooner.

“I acknowledge that you were too good for this world but can’t fathom that you’ll no longer be here, with us, anymore. It is all the more perplexing to reconcile all my childhood memories: ranging from playing with you to you being a guide and a mentor in our lives.”

I’ve lost a fatherly figure today who most assuredly, didn’t deserve to go the way he did.

“Please keep watching over us and love us forever. Give us the strength to live life without you.”