DEATH.

DEATH.

It was the third period and we were all waiting for the sir to arrive. I was sitting in my class, talking with my best friend, when I received the phone call from my mother. I will always attend a call from my family, no matter how busy I am. I rushed outside to catch the signal and lifted the call. It was my sister who spoke. Her voice was trembling. I immediately understood that she was crying. With her shrieky voice, she said that her mother met with an accident and she's no more. For a moment, I didn't understand what was she speaking. And then I asked her to repeat. No change. The same matter. I couldn't believe my ears. And then I was in a fix; whether to console her or to express my grief. With a great amount of bravery, I stuffed my tears back and I said I am coming home. I went home, completed the cremation.

 And then I sat there; not understanding what really happened and got completely lost in my thoughts. One moment she was there and the next moment she's gone. Forever. She didn't just die. She took away my courage with her. She took away my belief in goodness. She took away my happiness. I always loved her; with all my heart. She loved me back too. She sacrificed almost everything for me. But this isn't fair. Just vanishing away from my life is not at all good on her part. 

These thoughts had to be held as my aunt came and started talking something. My sister started asking questions. And everybody was crying. It was like the saddest place to be. In such turmoil, I heard something. Some music. It grew louder and louder. And then I realised it is "The morning scene". My alarm. And then I realised that it was a dream. I was relieved. 

But, what if it isn't a dream? 

It wouldn't be that easy to lose a person whom you love the most. 

The idea of not seeing them anymore kills you. That very thought brings shivers. Nobody can imagine their loved ones being erased from their lives. 

Yet, I did realise that nothing is eternal. Life has to move on: with or without your loved ones. It's the trick of life and no one is an exception. 

People are part of our story. In the same way, we are a part of their story. It's just that we need to make the chapter worth reading. 

Love,

SISIRA.