The funeral’s over and most of the people have left. I see the closest ones alternating between laughs and sobs as they talk about the lost one but I don’t feel emotionally overwhelmed. I just feel empty…
Running top speed from one city to the other, just to feel empty? That’s weird. Has life really taken me so far away from my family? I don’t think so, I hope it isn’t so!
Its not the lack of love that’s making me feel empty, it’s the blandness of memories.
I keep searching for the moments hidden away, the moments that would hopefully let the feelings out but nothing, still nothing. Weird, considering that my fondest memories of childhood are from the place where I am sitting right now, the place my sister calls ‘the Nani Ghar’.
When I finally understand why, I can’t help but smile with amusement. Wondering how many people would be able to live like her. She was always there, in the background, enabling us have a time of our lives, never complaining, never demanding, just happy being the foundation around which her family flourished.
That selfless love will forever be missed…
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