The author was just 14-years when she lost her sister and father (an IPS officer) in a car crash. She is 34 now. She fondly remembers her dear ones, who were snatched from them in a flash.
This corner of the house wasn't supposed to be like this. Shouldn't have been. When I lit the pyres that day, this lost kid had her world upside down, I had no belief, no hope, that I could do so much, be so much, make beautiful memories again, travel, learn, help others, .... Love again or smile ever again.........
Time doesn't heal. Feels like yesterday. Always will. But what it does is that it picks you up, teaches you to keep moving. Grow and glow, or crash and burn, the choice is yours. I definitely started out with major Crash and Burn.
But my friends, staff, seniors, teachers, (who I call my family, and rightly so) these amazingly beautiful people, my people, they have been everything to me what I have missed all these years- given me hope, love, wise words, smiles, cheers, inspiration, all kinds of support on days like these, on their birthdays, festivals, cheering me on.....
What time actually teaches you is to prevail, sustain. Beat all the odds. Smash the walls. Break the ceilings. To live not just exist. Me and Amma been doing just that. This amazing mother of mine, is my foremost reason for me to do anything that I do. I live for her, for us. I see her undying spirit and her struggles every single day.
And she wins, every single day. Thats what keeps us floating, breathing. On the surface. Because we dare to swim against the tide. Every single day.
To the people up there, bless us like you do. We miss you, miss the laughter, chatter, fights, secrets, we miss us as a family. But we move on keeping both of you in our hearts. We love you!
To people in the world...be kind, and be thankful. To yourself and others. The basic fundamentals being Honesty, Hard work and Happiness.....give out and take these values in as much as you can.....because thats all that matters in the end.
-- Somya Narain Srivastava/Lucknow
The author was just 14-years when she lost her sister Swati and father Rajiva Narain Srivastava (an IPS officer) in a car crash. She is 34 now. She fondly remembers her dear ones, who were snatched from them in a flash.
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