There is no moving on, there is no healing!

It’s been more than two weeks, that I haven’t heard, seen or met Papa. I feel he is gone for a long vacation and I want to believe the same for the rest of my life. I am not in denial but I am not ready to make his talks and the way he was a memory. I am not ready to recall that his last day was 14.01.2017 despite the fact that I recently saw his signatures on some documents dated after mid January. He surely did not know and had no idea that he would not be coming back home after that Saturday morning.

There are many who say, time is the healer, but I think there is no moving on, neither is there any healing in this situation because everything, everything I do, or wherever I be, reminds me of him. While I have been visiting banks and embassies for further procedures, it reminds me of visiting these places with him and he guiding us for whatever needed to be done. I know he will be mentoring us throughout and will be around each time but at the same time I want to share the smallest detail that has happened during the day.

This upturn in my life has made me accept and realize lot of things once again. The first one being importance of joint families and blessed are people who have one. I have always known that one person cannot run around for everything, and it’s highly impossible to be doing it but lately it has made me accept how significant it is to be at the same town. The next one being we are not our life’s decision maker in a broader sense, as we would not know what is happening in the next few seconds of our life. Lastly, we need to keep reiterating that we as individuals come in this world empty handed and leave with nothing, not even our own body (which means birth and death are two different equations) so why do we battle to be on top, fight for money among our closest, and crib for smallest things that do not happen in life.

With all of this, as I am trying to adapt papa’s perfectness in whatever I have been doing, I am amazed to get to know how organized he was, and the secret quality of my multi tasking came from him.

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