“Aba”
Anger, sadness, reminders, keeping me in suspense. February first marks thirty days. Far away, he is, but just a call away. A dear friend, a father, my grandfather. Sickness being a change in life. A change in my life. Thirty days with healers. Thirty days with “experts”. Thirty days with change. Causing anger, causing hate, causing heavy weight building pressure. Is this me? Is this my life? Missing his laughs, missing his smile, missing him. Beep, Beep, Beep a rhythm? The security that I need. Extending his eyes, I see a bright side. Beep.. I see him. Beep.. I see my life changing, pushing all negativity away. Beep.. I see me altering my view. Anticipating, aspirating they all creep in, arising causing a rupture in these tense times . Freeing my mind, it flies drifting, landing at ease, I rest, finally.
Change, what a funny term explaining life. As life is really described as an essence, an excitement, an impulse. Why must we change? Yet change happens when we least expect it. Sadness emerges as happiness, uncertainty shifts making the view clear. In an impulse, I trust my eyes. I trust my mind. Making my view undimmed, undarkened. Straightaway, I understand my quarrel, my dispute, it is “change” itself. Visualizing the scene, I see him lying there, but with a new matured sight, I finally see a light.
