Seventeenth June

There comes a time when it is unwise to resist a thing. Ma’s journey to the another world was one such thing. She breathed her last on 17th June, 2006.

We went to a nearby ‘Ganga Ghat’. My brother lit the pyre. In a few hours everything was over; some ashes remained. Were they merely ‘some ashes’? Is everything over when one goes? It is an eternal question. I do not know if death affects the dead.

“To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead”.

Parents give us so much. In return they only expect our well-being. They carry us so nicely on their back that we don’t feel the weight of things. Our loved ones remain with us even when they are gone. Sands of time can’t erase their footprints from the shore of life.

Ma, you will be with me even if you are gone; in my morning prayers.