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She

From someplace far away, the wind carries the sound of her laughter to me. It is fresh; like the sound of waves crashing on a tumultuous night. It’s childish: like a naughty kid who’s hidden all the sweets in her mouth. It’s beautiful and it reminds me of a waterfall, carving its way through rough terrain, to ultimately fall in freedom; like happiness bursting through a dark cave. Some nights, it breaks me down. Others, it gets me through. I believe in magic. I believe in fairies. And she’s the reason I believe in them. Nothing I’ve ever done or had done in the past could tantamount to her presence in my life. Yet here she is; her shadow looming over like a barrier, a shield to protect me from all the badness there exists.

The way she smells, the way she her eyes scan my face for a give away, the way her hand still feels bigger in mine, the way pearls fall out from her eyes when she cries, the way her eyebrows resemble the crescent moon when she gets angry, the way her hands produce magical, sparkly trails when she talks excitedly; everything about her is poetic and symmetrical. Everything is magical. She leaves my bedside and leaves fairy dust behind. I know in every moment, that she is my everything. She is my universe, my life, my love, my heart, the essence in me, my being. As a person, she is my best friend, my mentor, my support system, my roots. She is the sole reason of my existence. She is my God, my religion, my faith, my belief, my voice, my breath. She runs in my blood, in my tears and in everything I am.

She, is more than anything in the galaxies. She, is my mum.

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So far away..somewhere among the clouds..

I wonder what his last thoughts were as he tied the noose around his neck..Was he crying? Did he take one last look at his possessions? Did he walk out of his room, take one deep breath thinking all the time to himself that it would be his last? Did he look one last time through his phone and the pictures of all his family..? I wonder what he felt when he saw the picture of his mum..Did he thank her for giving him life? Or did he curse her for not helping him out when he reached out? Did he call her? Did he cry thinking about how he wouldn’t get to hear her voice ever again? Did he get scared? Was he afraid of death? Or was he scared to live anymore?

I don’t understand. How do people randomly decide one fine day to just stop living? How do they decide to stop fucking existing? What goes through their mind when they stand up on the chair and tighten the noose around them? Do you just close your eyes when it’s happening and wait there hanging in mid air? Or do you just close your eyes and it’s over? Is it easy? Does it hurt?

I fucking refuse to believe that things can get so worse that you decide to take everything away from yourself. I refuse to believe that one fine day, you just decide to walk out on yourself. I refuse to believe that there isn’t a way out. Taking your life is the easiest way out, isn’t it? I refuse to believe that life gets so hard that you decide to end it.

I’ve always wondered what I would do if I was at the end of my tunnel. Suicide is an option I’ve never considered. I promised myself that if such a day would come in my life, I would walk out on everything I know and start all over on my own somewhere else. Death isn’t the fucking way to go. It’s not even an option.

It’s scary when someone you just happen to pass by everyday in college, who studied in the same college as you, sat in the seat you sat in last year and was probably present in the lift when you went up or down is no longer alive. It’s scary to imagine how his roommate must have felt walking into his room to find a dead body hanging from the fan. It’s scary when a person who once walked among you suddenly stops existing. It’s scary when that person stops being a person anymore. I know life gets fucking crazy at times..I know it gets so scary at times, that you don’t know where to go or what to do. But I don’t understand how you can just give up on everything like that! How you can be so detached from everything around you that nothing holds you back..I don’t understand.

What about your parents? They’re the last people that come to your mind right? How can that not stop you? How could you even imagine hurting them so bad? What drove you to that point? There was NOTHING that stopped you from looking back? How can you decide one fine day to just not exist anymore? There had to be something to hold you back..something that could make you stay..something that would prevent you from doing this..Were things so bad that you decided to take your own fucking life?

This sucks. All of this sucks. It makes me want to curl up into a ball and just stay that way for a long time. And call me narcissistic but I wish, for once in my life that I could call up a friend, someone who knows me inside out and tell them how I feel..or probably just listen to them breathe..This feels so fucking weird. It’s so fucking easy to walk away from life..so difficult living it..But this difficulty is what keeps us going. It’s funny how life gives you so many chances at every step, but how you don’t even give it one. It’s funny how the same sunset I saw after he died was the one he never lived to see. It’s funny how he’s non existent all of a sudden..how he WAS and never “IS” or “WILL BE”.

I did not know you very well RS..But I know you were there..maybe in the same lift as me sometimes..maybe in the mess during lunch break..Maybe you sat in the same place I did last year..in the auditorium during events..I know you were there. I just wish you had have spoken to someone. I wish you had walked away from all your mess instead of your life..I wish you had stayed to find out if your future was worth the pain you inflicted upon yourself.

I hope it’s good that far away, among the clouds..

R.I.P.

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