We take life for granted. Lost in our professional and personal routine, there’s no time to stop and think about the inevitable. We assume that we’ll return home to our loved ones, our ‘people’.
The year so far has given plenty to reflect upon – each new call or message of loved ones having passed away. Illness, old-age, crashes and suicides – the causes were many. But the aftermath has been devastating.
Compartmentalization kicking in, keeping the routine going, and yet, there’s this turmoil within.
Each night refuses to pass without fighting the demons in the mind, sleep arriving only out of exhaustion. The morning that follows is begun with a silent prayer for having given us another beautiful day in our life.
The new month brings with it the promise of a whole different phase. So, even as I mourn the ones lost this year, praying that there be no more – there’s still hope…