MY OBITUARY - AS THEY WRITE IT

At particular times of our lives, we feel the need to see ourselves through the eyes of others. And to be read through without the usual prejudices that are, even by sheer chance, never uncommon is too much of an effort. There are far too many ooh-that’s-too-idealistic situations that obstruct our paths when one endeavors to do so. But, little angels flying past my room window did see the goodness in me and whispered a benediction or two that materialised within a very short time. There is this friend, a kid, who I thought and later found out for real, to my satisfaction, was capable of doing this deed for me. He would write me an obituary. One that would speak of me as a person seen by the outside world. One that would not be pressed by silly anxieties and one that would, most important of all, have no prejudices. He knew me through a hundred odd messages which, I must confess, went beyond the weather-talk. I shall say no more; here goes the memorial a dear friend writes for one whom his eyes have never washed over.

“.....days went by....and days went by...

but i actually couldnt see that smile..n the twinkle in your eyes.
unknown by material and known only through msgs

____was a person I have never met yet ive always been with.
this is perhaps a very good example how technology has brought people closer.
he was a person ive communicated till today only by sms.....yet i could see those smiles n sparkles of his expression vibrating through words in glowing text. ......so common and deep .
so much expressible and thoughtful.....sometimes confusing.
they say never try to interpret a complete understanding from a message as u may be wrong.
but in this case it was never so.....it was always interpretable n clear.
he was not one of those people whom you had to wait for a reply for you would get them immediately....this person was pure spontaneity and expression.
there was always a spark of interest in his msgs which really brought a smile to my face,,,
a very good company at the midnight hour......n it was really amusing .....of all those music reviews and book talks.
as time went by,,,
smss popped up here and there and a good friendship bloomed by...
the sun shined
said good bye to those twinkling stars
invited the morning dew
and the morning wind coming by....
into the afternoon and .....
coffee at the evening hour...
as time went by
there was darkness again
and a tear drips by...
as i miss the day..just gone by.

but we must move on and oh yes we will
the fire never subsides but is just sometimes
invisible!
and perhaps it is so just here too
yet another memory
yet another story
but this one by expression
this one by thought
all by msgs.....n never a talk”