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All I thought was, “This is it”
|by Suchithra Balan|
“Oh, the sea is too rough, be careful” ... I must have said umpteen times that day. We were out at the beach, on one of our regular jaunts, that’s when I had to alter all my pre-defined notions about death. Though I decided to succumb, death only wanted me to taste it and let go. The experience had humbled me. It taught me the triviality, the miniaturization of human being, which is just another creation among millions and millions of species.
Do some freeze, some think of dear ones, some pray, when faced with fatality? I don’t think death smiles at you when it sees you face to face inexplicably. May be it feels brutally callous when it has to suck a life out very unnaturally, or even a smidgen of culpability if the life is young.
There was a moment we were enjoying the coarseness of the sea, the waves surging against us, sand all over us, we were gleefully dragging each other against the current. I don’t know what happened before I saw only the opaqueness of sea. No one else, no living creature in sight, no voices heard. I thought the moment would pass and it’s just another strong wave. But the moment, for a change did not seem to be passing.
Engulfed by the power of nature, absolute helplessness humbled me at the very instant, for there was this supreme, superlative power that did not let me reach anywhere near taking control over it. I simply closed my eyes – do whatever You want to. I felt bitter saltiness gushing down my throat, horrifying clots choking my lungs, I gasped and told myself “this is it”. Seconds seemed hours before I was lifted up and pushed to shore.
Death, an island
Death is a lonesome affair. Sorry, you are not allowed a company of your choice. Let us embrace the pleasant vulnerabilities of being a human being while we are in its form and possess its mind. Enjoy togetherness, even its trivialities, enjoy successes, achievements, enjoy life with all its ingredients. We are going to be too lonely in an opaque milieu some day, like it or not.
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