4th October 2017
Exactly two months have passed today. We are learning to live with this void you left behind. I went to your home (still want to call it that) to visit mom and dad. They are trying to keep strong as there is no other option.
You will be happy to know our mom is very smart. She is learning to use whats app on her new phone that I gifted her. I made a folder of your pics on her phone. First thing in morning and last thing at night she does is open it and talk to you.
We were looking at your pictures of school days. Which reminded me how we choose best school of our area for you.
You were always a bright student and quick learner. Teachers used to appreciate you but I guess they were impressed more by your charm than intelligence. Making friends instantly was an art we both possess since childhood. You too had a large number of friends. Friends from your childhood are still the ones who call me regularly. No one is finding it easy to let you go. They still break down when they call.
You were a good friend, a good human being, a good brother and an excellent son. Parul and I are trying to play a son and daughter both for our parents but how can we be you? We are now broken pieces of a perfect family picture, trying to mend it and reframe it. But do you think it’s that easy…
While coming back from our parent’s home I missed the moment of saying bye to you. I used to try to ignore tears in your eyes and sadness in your eyes every time while coming back from your home. Why you loved me so much? No brother cries like that when his sister lives in same city. Or were you aware that our journey together is not that long? Whatever it was this love of yours is making it more difficult to accept the harsh blow of your death.
It’s just two months today. How long is life and how we are going to live it we have no idea.
Still in grief
Your broken sister
© 2017 Meenakshi Sethi, Wings Of Poetry