The air smelt sappy from the departing rain drops. They were all crammed outside his room… waiting. Somehow they felt the time has come.

Outside it was getting murky, as they sat down in their black dresses and mourning slushy faces. It’s strange how all those women, her sisters, knew he’s leaving. When she found them outside her door at the crack of dawn, she couldn’t dare ask them why they came. One way or another she felt something vanishing inside her, as she noticed their dark faces. Could it be some mystic dream, where he packed his life and waved goodbye?

As she lay now in her bed, blue, ill and ready to depart this life, the remembrance of him came to her; how she said goodbye with a warm kiss on his blue cheeks as death sucked the blood out of them. She missed him as she laid her head on the soft pillow. Yet somehow she felt so close to him; her crumpled cheeks still blushing ,a squashy air of charm blazing from its tiny wrinkles despite the tramping of all those years as she goes to meet him...

I’ve always wondered how Death sneaks to pinch life; it seemed a kind of betrayal. YES betrayal; a sudden alarm whispering “hey you, we’re leaving today for another existence”. I was sleeping beside my grandmother …her life blistering. We talked of my grandfather’s strange departure. She knew her hour has come, “but I cannot tell” she said. As she squeezed me tearfully to her, her jolly eyes and glitzy face said it all. There was a flaming desire to be with him…Love meant something more than just a buff of smoke that stroke the hearts suddenly. It was a prayer that echoes and sprinkles its fragrance in the air....it was his love that shined through her heart