Some truths are painful… Not as painful as the one truth, death. When I was in std 6th, my sister’s friend’s brother died in a fatal accident. Back then I wondered how his mom was still alive. She is still alive because life is like that.
When we’re preparing for our 12th exams, one of my closest friends lost her younger brother while he went on a school picnic. I was still hoping and was almost sure of him coming back. The truth was he was dead. A month later, when I visited her place, her mom treated me the way she always treated me… a same warm hug. That’s why they say: No soul shall have a burden laid on it greater than it can bear.
Many many years back, may be in pre-school… I remember going to a friend’s place for lunch, she was the only friend I had then. Vaguely that I remember, there was a small gathering and some photo sessions too. She left to Mumbai the same evening. When she didn’t come back in next few weeks, I started asking why? My parents, my sister and my teachers kept saying she would soon come back. I started believing them, so much so that even today I find it hard to accept the truth. My friend died of cancer soon after she reached Mumbai. What makes us hopelessly optimistic? I don’t know, but whatever keeps you happy!
Little that I know about 'truth' is, it can’t always be a great magic... dreams, hopes, silence and untruths can be
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