Worst Day Of My Life.

The day of your abode will always be one of the worst days of my life, Papa. It’s been eight years but I have not completely healed since that day and cannot forget the way it happened so shockingly and how much pain you were in for months. I wish you could live much longer. But I know that your soul is still there, taking care of me and guiding me through many difficulties. I cannot write much here but you know that you will always be one of the best persons of my life and the best man I have ever known. I could not give you much in life, you left when it was your time to receive anything from me but I hope that I could make you very proud one day particularly and with my deeds every day. Meet me in my dreams till we meet again. Love you. Missing you.

Your Proud Daughter. 💜

Strange religious ceremony rules.

Religious ceremonies are strange. They celebrate the death of a really old one (+80 years) like that person’s long life didn’t matter enough, and mourn the death of a kid the most like he had given a lot to them. And calling it the first death anniversary after 11 months of someone’s death really goes above my head.. Why eleven months here when we don’t celebrate someone’s first birthday after 11 months of birth??

People be like- It’s been an year since she is gone.

I am like- No..Not really.. How can you adjust one whole month into it??

According to me, exact dates have special significance, be it of birth or death or anything else, and one cannot just percieve an event to have happened one month earlier than it actually happened, if that event is really important to someone.

Another thing..Why people wear dull clothes on someone’s death?? I mean, it feels like a mandatory rule and if you do not abide by it, you are a socially unacceptable weirdo culprit. I wonder, do people really go for shopping keeping in mind that somebody is about to die or purchase clothes for that particular purpose?? I cannot have that much negativity in my mind while buying clothes. Moreover, it’s more about what one feels in the soul, the grief and mourning, than what one is capable of faking on that particular occasion or day. Loss of a life is a lifetime grief and missing that one on many occassions rather than a 13 days, one month or 11 months process that you follow by rules and then forget that person like they never existed.

All in all, social norms are really strange to me. They are usually followed strictly by those who do not know themselves, their own feelings and are not in touch with their soul, and maybe, not really in touch even with someone they lost.