Reeling under the debris of too many losses is not one of the most invigorating things in life. And if that happens to be understood as the losses of human lives, it pains. Pains and they aren't visible or to their cruel best do not bleed anyone to death dizzying under.
From legends to very common man one must have either looked up to or have loved, admired,interacted with are one over the other catching their last buses. And yes, at times one is not getting enough room even to mourn their departure. Just a moment later another death smuggles the leftover breath.
It has gotten maddening out there, in the real life.
There is this inexplicable fear all the time. Fear of losing someone held upclose. And this does not happen overnight. It has built up over a short span of time.
This day i woke up only to brace up to face life, say hello to it before i too become a soon- to- be- forgotten mass. Nothing is absolute. Each of us go and will. No half-witted ifs and buts make way. The real game starts with those left behind to play around. Some holding on to the believe they could be immortals, some singing, "till our turn comes".
I guess sooner or later we end up figuring out where we fit in.
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