My granny passed away last week, which as we know life, is the inevitable end we are all moving towards. She passed away peacefully, pretty much in my mother’s arms, at the ripe old age of 90+. I’m sure she had her own set of thwarted desires and unfulfilled wishes but from any worldly standard, one can safely say that she had a fulfilling life. We fondly called her “mati” and as the time I spent with her flashed before my eyes, what stood out most was her big heart and generous spirit.
She was warm, loving, affectionate in a way that only her generation could be. But equally important was her total disregard for practical considerations when it came to her loved ones. In a world where real brothers and sisters fight over every penny, where empty words are plenty but actions not forthcoming, she was large hearted in every sense of the word.
Since then we have been inundated with condolence messages – from the downright formal ones from so called close quarters ,”Heard about your mati. God bless her soul” to truly heartfelt ones ,” One chapter ends. Life goes on but the vacuum stays. May you have the strength to tide over this difficult time”. Yes life goes on. ..vacuum stays. Every time I look at her now empty room , I wonder how many empty rooms we all have to come back to during our life time. And whether the reality, that we too will leave just an empty room behind, ever does really dawn on us.
From dust to dust… and an empty room behind. Whether this empty room is one full of beautiful memories of a life well lived or a life of petty conflicts and ego clashes, that you see is the only thing in our hands. Just today morning I read a beautiful post from Elizabeth Gilbert on Facebook where she talks about how we don’t have time not to take out time for the people important in our lives. Before we know it, one day it will be all over. And all that would have mattered is not whether you had the last word in a trivial argument or could buy that expensive flashy car but whether you spent some quality time with your loved ones.
Regrets are hardly ever of any use. You don’t have to be 90 to think of mortality. We are all living on borrowed time as it is. ..life is short, before you know it, it will be all over. While you do have time, choose a meaningful life.
After the cremation my cousin said something very interesting as a good bye to her – “Phir milenge…until we meet again”. Yes we will meet again….someday, somewhere in the after life or next life. ..I don’t know. All that I do know is that the only time we have time is “Now” so let’s make the most of it. And while you are at it, don’t take life too seriously. ..no one gets out alive.