It has been a month still
the memory of "HER" haunts everyone in the family.
The sea of sadness remains
alive. "HER" family members are still in a traumatic shock.
No one shows their
feelings nor utter a single word. Somewhere broken in their own way.
Waiting for the time to
heal; still for her grandchildren's it is "NANI KA GHAR."
Of her, all left was the
printing mark where her "dead body" was laid down and her smiling
face photo framed.
Except few people, no one
liked her but still want to be like her.
She was a nomad of her own
journey fighting with cancer; battling with chemo session, and in this phase she proved
herself.
Recovered herself, but her
body organs betrayed her; stopped operating which made her numb and weakened
her and, this time;
She was in the last journey of her Life. Few days
after so many struggles she took her last breath; left everyone.
She wasn't dead she was lost somewhere; in her
own peace of the world.
All left, was the lesson
on a reality of life she gave to everyone in her family.
She would never come back;
still she is alive in everyone. She was no one but she was my NANI.
