shikha stood and thought about how death made her feel, it was cold and numb , like any great movie had taught her to feel but when she was finally faced by it, there was something about that she could not comprehend .......
they were right , it was cold and numb but it was painful and she could feel the blood freezing in her vain as though she would choke....
she never felt sad in the last 1 year , every death made life more comprehensible to her, in every funeral she just stood and stared at the flowers. she was trying to find meaning in every death possible, but there was no meaning. there were no angels , there was no god
nobody came to console her and she had to continue staring at the flowers.
by the 6th funeral , she started smiling at the coffins, she started observing the patterns on it, she started comparing the soil around and she longer missed people .she wanted it more peaceful and less dramatic. she wanted people to understand that funerals were not meant for them but for the dead and let him feel it for one day , that they really were part of this universe.
she always had a connection with old people as though they had some magic to pass on , some portions that only they could share... so death was the part of that magic, that neverland that only they could see,
she wished no one cried, no one disturbed in this whole magical process, she wished people understood the relevance of death......
she wanted people to get why others were dying.
they were fulfilling their purpose
they were dying cos we could live
it was still cold and numb.
and it was still a funeral
and she still smiled.
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