What does death gives us, and what do we want from it? Some might say, emptiness and relief. But didn’t realise before yesterday like life, death is also different, and totally unique from each other.
It’s not that I didn’t have death in my family, but when comes to family and loved ones, we are selfish, we are blinded by us, and close every other doors of perspectives. Some may say, some may have to be the timber of family, still will be very one way feelings for death, in family.
But from outside.
Yesterday, I was watching Kingsman, secret service, amusing movie that is! I was laughing out loud with my headphones on, then my mum came and said, one of our neighbour is dead. And I was watching this very amazing movie, and I hated a bit to switch off my laptop. But socialism made me to do it, a bit unwillingly.
There were a gathering, other neighbours, some were sleeping, some were having this lovely dinner. But all came.
The newly widowed neighbour was crying a little less which we Indian traditionally supposed to cry. Which we, neighbours took it other way; “she didn’t love her husband” “not very much hurt about the death” etcetera.
Some were discussing however did he die, some were discussing when for the last time they saw him, what nice little chat they had with him.
The younger son of the dead said not to talk about all this, and thus, “he is rude” we suggested.
We returned home, fall asleep, wake up in the morning, and used our different kind of toothbrush, toothpaste, different kind of breakfast, and tea.
And then this beggar came. Religious stuffs, but not important. Or maybe. I don’t know. He came, waited next to every doorsteps, asked for money, food, For life, in the name of god. Waited next to that family’s doorstep as well, begging for money, food. The 2nd person after the dead, was unaware of death, standing at the doorstep for life.