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Inspiration and Experiences

Dear Death

Dear Death,

They say life is unfair, but you are no different. It is unnatural for someone to see you taking a loved
one, either of an age similar or lesser to oneself. No wonder when you take somebody old, people feel
better for them but when you take away someone young, so young that we lose someone with potential
of making a difference, young blood that had energy to bring change and wanted to, someone we were
rooting for in life, that if I’m not able to do anything, they will, on my behalf. So young that their parents,
who expected their child to cremate them had to do it themselves.

Imagine the pain, can you? Or have you become thirsty of the ache? Imagine having to burn or bury
something that you created, out of yourself, and dedicated your existence towards making that person
worthy enough to place their mark in the world. Imagine, will you?

Now imagine that you put all your life’s memories in a box, you put your secrets, your chats, your time,
and your emotions in a box and imagine that someone took it from you, suddenly, forever and left you
feeling betrayed. This betrayal, from something that is inexistent. Imagine the frustration and
helplessness of a friend who lost a friend and feels like they have betrayed them when, in fact, it is you
who has deceived them. Imagine not being able to trust a relationship, with the fear that you might lose
them, yet again, imagine feeling regretful that you were unable to make enough memories with your
friend.

People get up after failing once or twice or even more than that, but imagine a feeling of failing
someone and then losing them forever. One cannot get up from this failure. I feel betrayed, from you
and from myself.

People say live like you’re dying tomorrow and you shall be the happiest. This makes me think, that
experiencing you is a personal affair and the fact that this feeling of hatred, it’s not you, it’s me, It’s that
feeling where I hate my feelings for my friend more than I hate that my friend is now yours, forever, just
like I will be, someday.

Waiting for the moment when I accept that you are the ultimate truth, come what may.

Yours,
Manas.

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