Sunday, 23 November 2014
Life stories #2
The moon was lit up. He stood there on the highway whimpering, she was standing really close - holding him as his shoulders shook. Her hair in a messy bun, his all over the place, you could hear the trucks roaring past. She was screaming at him, screaming at him to stop suppressing his tears, to just let go, to just cry. She said it's okay to cry, every normal person cries, specially when they lose their mom. She didn't say things that our society thought were "consoling" like "it's okay", or "it'll be fine", because she of all people knew better. It won't be okay. It won't be fine. It'll never be. It may get better, but you'll never get over losing someone you love. You won't forget the last words you said to them, the way they looked, the way they smelt. You just won't. You'll be happy and sad at the same time. You'll have friends but will still be lonely because family is family.
But she still tried. Tried her best to make him calm. Told him ,"it's okay. Cry as much as you want. But make sure, that once you stop, you don't shed a single tear because of this. It may be hard. It is very hard actually. But you have to." She was crying too. A drop at a time. But she was crying because she remembered her situation a couple of years back, how she was all alone, no one gave her any advice. She stopped soon though.
They were now sitting on the edge of the highway. He was still sobbing, she was still holding him. The sun was up.
- Ragini Zutshi Anand