Umblical chord... (email to Shabib)

... frankly, I am deeply saddened with the shape and form the family has chosen to take. While the wound from A's issue was almost healing, C' stabbed me badly that too at a time when I was myself struggling to stand up…; while I have a bag full of tips and tricks to muster optimism and faith in people, I am myself seeing it slip through my fingers and toes, taking away the ground below me. I becoming loudly silent, Shabib…; in my mind is the strength of tidal waves that are splashing pearls of dreams and concerns in my conscience, yet the woofer of nature and circumstances are filtering them so as to not disturb the eco system outside me…

...perhaps you wont understand what I am writing, and I chose to write them this way so that no one will understand.

The sanity of an insane mind, one can call it; we all have to live Shabib… and I know we will all live the way we want. The rest what we call principles and values are to an extent the essays and prose of convenience; the invisible string of umbilical chord that connected us to one common vessel has lost its value amidst the influence of modern civilization. There isn’t anymore a centre of axis around which families and relationship revolve… there isn’t any more many things that we wished to be as in a fairy tale…; the reminiscence of past are the few good memories that we still have in us.. and perhaps that too are in ruins except for the ones that we have for us independently…

I may not have made any sense in what I wrote; it’s a silent evening here… and its almost 1:00am … I need to go to sleep, but before I do, my dear Shabib, I too has had the pangs of missing you… and credited them to the package of living!