It is with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to her, whom I had known forever. That forever ends now. I know her no more.
The heart is heavy for she filled it with love.
We have been companions for a very long time and we were never sure who among us would go before. I still like to believe that she is still there somewhere, hiding, mocking at us, and enjoying our drama.
Her love was truly electrical, splendid, painful and sometimes it did leave her loved ones electrocuted.
But funny woman she was! Almost always had her foot in her mouth. Hardly ever did anything which she professed. And then she had an explanation for it. She would call herself a meandering river running away from her origins, the lofty mountains. She hoped that natural gradient would take her to her-sea. It was a universal explanation. Every strange shift of philosophy and mood was ascribed to her meandering nature. Every lack of discipline was the natural gradient at work. Every unpleasant, and really intolerable acts were her 'flooding the plains', because her river had so much sediments. She would give those sediments to people and places, who had nothing to do with those people and places, who gave these sediments to her. But she always loved this excuse- "I am a meandering stream, remember!"
But her origins, the mighty mountains, the ones she wanted to run away from, she never absolutely left them; and her destination, the all embracing sea, she never actually reached. She was always stuck between those two - truly like a meandering river!
Now, that she has gone, I take comfort from fact that she left behind vast flooded plains and people who could use that fertile land. But the greater comfort, comes from the fact that she is no longer torn between her mountains and the sea. She does not have to face this sad fact any longer that a river truly, always stays between those two.
And as they say, death is peaceful, the river is now frozen in peace, hopefully for ever. Having said this, I will always be be amazed by her energy and multiple states that she-electron shifted so rapidly. She will always be alive in arrhythmia she gave to my heart, in the mercury she soaked in me and the wounds that are now growing into scars. RIP
The heart is heavy for she filled it with love.
We have been companions for a very long time and we were never sure who among us would go before. I still like to believe that she is still there somewhere, hiding, mocking at us, and enjoying our drama.
Her love was truly electrical, splendid, painful and sometimes it did leave her loved ones electrocuted.
But funny woman she was! Almost always had her foot in her mouth. Hardly ever did anything which she professed. And then she had an explanation for it. She would call herself a meandering river running away from her origins, the lofty mountains. She hoped that natural gradient would take her to her-sea. It was a universal explanation. Every strange shift of philosophy and mood was ascribed to her meandering nature. Every lack of discipline was the natural gradient at work. Every unpleasant, and really intolerable acts were her 'flooding the plains', because her river had so much sediments. She would give those sediments to people and places, who had nothing to do with those people and places, who gave these sediments to her. But she always loved this excuse- "I am a meandering stream, remember!"
But her origins, the mighty mountains, the ones she wanted to run away from, she never absolutely left them; and her destination, the all embracing sea, she never actually reached. She was always stuck between those two - truly like a meandering river!
Now, that she has gone, I take comfort from fact that she left behind vast flooded plains and people who could use that fertile land. But the greater comfort, comes from the fact that she is no longer torn between her mountains and the sea. She does not have to face this sad fact any longer that a river truly, always stays between those two.
And as they say, death is peaceful, the river is now frozen in peace, hopefully for ever. Having said this, I will always be be amazed by her energy and multiple states that she-electron shifted so rapidly. She will always be alive in arrhythmia she gave to my heart, in the mercury she soaked in me and the wounds that are now growing into scars. RIP
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