Recently, my two aunts left their human bodies behind to
resume their journey in other dimensions – in layman’s language they just
‘dropped dead’. Fact was they were well
past their 80’s and had lived quite a good innings. But, the reason why everyone felt bad was they were special. They had conducted themselves with immense
strength and character. They had
immense love, affection and little nothings to share with all around them. They never complained about not calling on
them or any such thing. They received
one who went to meet them with open arms.
That’s all! I never heard them
bitch on others. They both gave me lots
of affection (which is next to rarity from any of my immediate family members
in my life!) and it just increased over the years. Yet, here I was listening to the news of their demise with poise
and calm. It didn’t break me as it did
all others. Everyone around me was
needed to be consoled but not me. A
tear or two that slipped past my eyes reminded me that it was shed for
myself. It was for my loss – loss of
affection that I had received all these years.
It wasn’t for that person. It
was surprising to me. Even in death, we
actually are bothered only about ourselves – our loss and nothing else! Why are we so self-centered? And the best part is we call it this missing
or pain as love for the other. When
infact, it is only for the self……..when is the time I actually feel for other? I wonder if there is any such moment……
But, that aside I asked myself “Was I incapable of any deep
emotion“? The answer wasn’t as
important as the revelation that I actually felt lighter after hearing the news
of my aunt’s demise – both the times…
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