Balanced Karma!

So we come home as real tired in joints as well in head. Father is disturbingly silent and mother looks as if she just wants to run and get lost in kitchen things. Father advises everybody to take bath before touching anything. Everybody silently nods without any moving head anywhere.

We return to our perspective rooms and start picking up night pyjamas and tees. Mother freshens up first and straight goes to kitchen. Sometimes she behaves like a highly efficient and accurate tarot card reader. She knows it that everybody needs a hot mug of tea and no dinner at all.

Meanwhile we also dress up and come in living. Mugs arrive. Everybody sits and silently hold onto their mug. Strangely we can sense her around us. She must be in flames right now and might be; before her way to heaven, she must be paying last visit to everybody's place.

Perhaps she wants to see those golden earnings in her granddaughter's ear which she declared just a day before her last. Or might be she wants to see, how her trunk is divided between two daughter-in-laws. But surly she shall be waiting to see how her people were really fond of her though they might have not shown it to the required level; for the very best reasons known.

Whole living room is silently bidding adieu to her for a nice, fruitful and best next life.

Since the time in morning, when father woke up to multiple calls among which last was that she has her pulse going off. Father's sister announced that she could find the pulse in both wrist two minutes back and now it is in just one wrist; a very minute and delayed one though.

Yes, this was the first time, it was realized that death can come in a very slow blow for some. Her death was slow motioned and almighty made sure her every last pulse was lived to the fullest even though it just accounted for micro seconds. Those micro seconds were slow motioned. We received three calls in a span of 3-4 minutes, first- saying eyes are not responding and she is not speaking, second- heart has stopped thumping, third- pulse are going and last one- You come soon. We have taken her off bed and now laying her on ground.

Can’t forget her smile when she was made available coke in hospital just two weeks before her last day. Mooting on her pathetic situation that she can neither eat nor speak, she was desperately waiting for the D-Day. Even if she tried eating, her kidneys and lungs denied supporting her in anyways.

The only solution, 92 kg worth Doctor gave us; was to set up a food and a piss funnel for her. She was seen extremely relieved post that though she could hardly spoke. Just like a new born baby, she denied to consume any kind of boring light food. That evening is still fresh when all Blood relation-ed people stood around her hospital bed, as perfect as like TV serial.

Everybody was trying their KBC (Kaun Banega Crorepati/who will be millionaire) skills to know what exactly she wants to eat or drink. And one voice comes asking if it is 'cold drink' and there you go. Her eyes glow with found hope which seemed lost till now. That is another thing she even wanted to have spices and Indian junk snacks but then we were not in such hurry to lose her battle with mere junk food.

She felt happiest after that day and even got a discharge. It felt for next few days that she will recover and might complete her 100 years and witness wedding of her beloved grandson and brat granddaughter.

But then destiny is a sine wave, soon we were encircled again around her to play one more KBC. Here we all were guessing what her last wish is. She, being totally deprived of speaking, was just waving in air and pointing to people. Soon a voice roars asking her if she wants to see her beloved "Grandson to be wedded?!" and she says yes.

By now, Living room was discussing the same with smiles and fiddling with TV remote while discussing plan of action for next round of customs.

Somewhere down their hearts, everybody knew, no matter how KBC oriented they were in front of her. But this evening, everybody, mind you! Every damn person cried on 'Raghupati Raghav Raja Ram' rolling in streets when she was taken to cremation, dressed in her never worn (probably kept to wear in grand son's wedding) Sari.

That was a heart wrenching feel which gave a shiver to everybody with a realization that a very Dear one has left us today. Not for some other city or country but for her next life. She would never return to say, "I understand we had differences and we hurt each other but truth is I love you and so do you".

She left everybody thinking no matter how much twist and turn your relations take, in the end, the only thing which matters is whether you understand when she wants to have that coke or you understand when she tearfully depicts to see her grandson in Sherwani.

Sweet journey or sour one, the end should never be judged by human on path travelled. You never know what avenge your past come up with in next life.

I Miss You.