Friday, March 12, 2010

Death

The nurse declared that she was dead. But her son wouldn't burn her body until the doctor confirmed that she was dead. They were talking about her body. Apparently it had died and needed to be burnt. She lay there wondering 'when did she die'? Did she die when she was widowed at 19? Or did she die when, for the first time, she was asked to not attend an auspicious function? A man sat their chanting for her life after death. That gave her hope. She had met death before life and looked forward to life after death. But when did she die? She certainly died when she saw others with a family, or money, or happiness. But then she never knew she was called unhappy, jealous, angry, and bitter. So she may have died when she did not know that she was normal.

Everyone said she'd fall down and die if she climbed the Ugra Sthambam. She climbed it when she was 68 and didn't die. But losing sanity felt like death. Losing the part of her mind that usually made her wear a dress before going out of the house felt like being burnt. When did she die and why should a doctor permit them to burn her now but none consulted when she was burnt before? She was jealous of that body which lay there in the living room pretending to be dead. It seemed to have more life now than she ever had.

10 comments:

Aparna said...

Very touching. May she rest in peace.

MLC said...

unga yezhuththu romba powerful-a iruku..

Anonymous said...

reminds me to my grandma too.

Anonymous said...

of my grandma

kaipullai said...

Hawkeye,
I am sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family.

Anonymous said...

this seriously makes me cry...but just dont know for what or why

blackaccord said...

hawkeye,
sorry to hear that... deepest condolences..

Anonymous said...

Deepest condolences...

Sarang-

Anonymous said...

perhaps it was a merciful release for her.

These lines were very touching:
She had met death before life and looked forward to life after death.


I am sorry for your loss.

T.

Hawkeye said...

sorry havent been tracking comments this week as much as i usually do. though it does not make a difference whose story it is - as said in dislaimer in a previous post/comment - this is not my grandmother's story. but story of a person i know.

thanks for your comments though.