We had the toughest time of our entire lives when we lost our dad this September. Many people poured into our house, from far and near to offer their condolences.
A closely knit group of three members of our wing failed to turn up to console us. They were not expected to come either. We did not mind either.
After a period of a month or so, The group turned up at our place to offer their condolences. They sat for an hour wiping their tears. It was me and my mom who were consoling them in reverse. It was a strange sight for the guests in our house as they, like you all did not know the antecedents of this group.
Their plight was way bigger than our plight. Their degree of suffering was unmatched and most cruel.
Last year was a very bad year for our wing as we lost 3 young aspiring college students to the cold steel tracks. The Mumbai locals crushed their dreams, hopes and ambitions in one swift blow. The incidents were scattered over the year but a state of fear and panic had gripped our wing members. Some blamed the vaastu, some blamed the stars and soon a religious rite was performed to appease the angry gods. It was a remarkable coincidence. The local people in our small town were aghast.
The parents who lost their young children were in a state of perpetual shock and dismay.They had lost their faith in God. Their homes were empty and full of sorrow. Their loss was monumental and a life altering one. Nobody could fill their void. They suffered from depression and were constantly in a state of self denial.
I attended to 2 of them,unfortunate souls in the local municipal hospital.Their parents pleaded me to bring them back to life. A train accident results in instantaneous death and survival generally is not a thumb rule. Although a few survive with limb losses but head injuries usually result in death in a single blow. My visits were just formalities as they were dead on arrival.
Our loss paled in front of them.My dad had lived his life to the fullest and was a contented person at the time of his death.
It was a tragic occasion for all of us. We hugged the unfortunate parents and cried. The group slowly left our house with aching empty hearts.
Their wounds will never heal.
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