GOODBYE...

funerals come in different moods and shades.
the way,smiles have many grades...sad faces have grades,too.
i hv a habit of observing the sad faces n guessing its relationship with the diseased.
somehow,death dsnt seem 2 be an end to me and it dsnt make me sad.
so i fake it under social obligation and its fun to see,who fakes it better than me....
its usually the lady,who is incharge of the water and tea department on such day.
easier to keep working than continuously fake....
everytime,she makes tea...her face is relaxed and everytime,she serves it to someone...it changes...
there comes a mask of long face,sad eyes and habitual wiping of totally dry eyes......
i dont mean to say,she is happy...she is just going thru the moment....waiting for it to get over...
here opposite of not being sad,is being bored....
i know,funerals is an important ritual in the grieving process.....but why cry?
just doesnt sit well with me...
death doesnt only indicate..a life ended,but a life lived as well.
it also makes u aware of all the lives that are still alive and it renews ur lease on life.
feel it,hold it tight....and live it,while u still can.