June 25, 2009
I will Miss you, Amma !
Deaths are cruel, they come as a slap from somewhere upstairs reminding us of its omnipresence. Deaths are ironic, they teaches us the toughest of the lesson in an extremely easy manner. Deaths are most awful of evils, they create a vacuum which nothing in this world can fulfill or replicate. Deaths are dull and dreary affairs, but they pave the ultimate path of meeting a great ordeal in life.
My grandmother expired last evening here in Delhi after being in ICU for the last three weeks. Apart from being a Diabetic and high BP patient, She was suffering from a kidney ailment for the last six months and in this time period, her dialysis frequency increased from once a week to thrice a week. As we all family members (me in a joint family, so the number is huge) wait for the dawn, and as all relatives plan to assemble in the morning, so that we can proceed for the funeral later in the afternoon, this cruel night just keep getting longer and darker.
With my fixed schedule of flying to Brisbane in another 8 days, the journey has now become even more arduous. Sigh !