Today, I spent some time looking at some old photographs.
Correction, they were not really 'old 'photographs, but they date back to just about four or five years ago.
And what I saw saddened me a great deal. Because many of the people, including both my parents, in those photographs were no more. In particular, those who were in their seventies then (I counted at least six of them) weren't alive any more.
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| My late parents, Sardar Harnam Singh and Sardarni Satinder Kaur Serna |
I spent some time thinking about it, then realised that there was really nothing that anyone could have done about it. All of them had died of old age or incurable illnesses and despite the best possible medication and hospitalisation, they eventually passed away.
The ultimate reality- no one lives for ever. Its their memories that will linger, like the fragrance of a beautiful and proud flower that once bloomed but eventually fades away..
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| Best memories are made of this |
As the old adage goes, 'time and tide really wait for no one' . All we can do is to keep the happiest memories of those who are now gone, close to our hearts and every now and then take a break, pause and reflect on the best they had to offer us.
So one of the best things one can do is to look at a flower, a garden, a sunset and think of them. The associated pain may be more bitter, than sweet, but there is really no answer. One just has to live with and deal with it.
Will time ever really heal that pain?
That too is something that no one can really tell...maybe yes, maybe never..
But best memories are truly made of images and thoughts like these and by associating the things we love with all the things they loved, we are definitely doing the right thing.
That of keeping them alive ...forever...
