For years now, I have been conscious of the passing of time. Of the fact that Living is a Joy but Aging isn't. But it is a marriage literally. Till death do us part. No exception. Life and Aging are inseparable partners.
When I was younger, I often felt so miserable I wanted to die. I did not quite understand what death n dying meant, but dying was the only melodramatic finale' that satisfied one's mental landscape.
After all Dying was looking pretty, draped in a pristine white sheet and flowers on a bed, looking peaceful and picture perfect, at ease while all around you people cried profusely, in regret that they misjudged you, but now it was too late. That is how it was depicted in pictures and that was completely my idea of death. Ridiculous yes...but till one knows any better, one just knows what one just knows.
When I was younger, I often felt so miserable I wanted to die. I did not quite understand what death n dying meant, but dying was the only melodramatic finale' that satisfied one's mental landscape.
After all Dying was looking pretty, draped in a pristine white sheet and flowers on a bed, looking peaceful and picture perfect, at ease while all around you people cried profusely, in regret that they misjudged you, but now it was too late. That is how it was depicted in pictures and that was completely my idea of death. Ridiculous yes...but till one knows any better, one just knows what one just knows.
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