𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱

Empathy ?

The air carrying me along.The weather not so good looks as if threating to kill me.The weather exactly the way it was during the plane crash when I clutched my diary close to me.I hope my diary reaches my family.The car seems to move very slowly as if covering one centimetre in an hour .Time is slow.Time is really slow when you are dead .I lowered myself and looked inside through the window.Dead silence.My ears hurt due to this silence.My brother , pretending to be the most stable one ,was driving with eyes dry as his words.

"I trouble you a lot papa,Hain na?"i happen to be asking unknowingly.
"Stubborn lad ,always troubling her dad"tears slipped again as I smiled.I sighed.People miss you after you are not more in their view range.Flying higher and higher until i reach the moon.I let my body feel the air,the pressure,coldness and warmth.Closing my eyes all i could hear was winds eeire sounds .I wish all this is a dream and I wake up with my bhai trying to suffocate me .I wish I am hallucinating being weightless.Its been hours and i let my body fall under earth gravity,i won't get hurt .I didn't.I had always wondered how fascinating it would be feeling when you can fly like a bird ,weightless and the feelings of stress engulfing you would be getting lesser as you move further in the layers of atmosphere.Seeing the clouds and trying to taste it wondering 'Do the clouds taste like candy floss or they just look like one'?I can make structures by reshaping the clouds.Is there a world above them?Being unaware of gravity helps?Why don't clouds fell on the ground under gravity?They were the most unserious thoughts of mine as a kid.

Never have I ever thought that being weightless and your fantasies coming real would be such a burden.I never wanted to live like this .I wish I never dreamed of it because this weightless is making my heart ,mind my everything heavy.Death was fun?No.Escape?No.Peace?never.I can tell you that suffering by being alive is better than suffering after death.I am telling you this because I know how it feels .How it feels to be dead is like universe which can't be explained just my complex words.Its more complex,scary,heart wrenching than what it actually looks like.

Never take an advice from a broken person but take advice from an experienced person.I died young I agree but still I was mature enough to know what people around think about and how death is romantize.If it would have been so beautiful none of the lovers in the world would have wished to lived.No one would have dreamed.No one would have struggled or be happy.No one would understood the meaning of memories or lived the moment because death is more beautiful yet we all out there tend to live, struggle everyday because somewhere out subconscious mind knows that death is a lot scarier than what it looks like.

Airport is here.

My parents,my love everyone came out of the car and they look so unrecognisable.I wonder they are the same.No ,they aren't.They lost a piece of themselves with me.I always believed in a theory which says that we often plant a bit of our existence in the people we love which vanishes once we are lost .So did they . Airport looked like a lost battlefield.Yuvi,never afraid of anything didn't have the courage to take a step ahead at the airport.My parents pulled up their courage."We need to be strong for our children"papa said.Bhai patted warrior shoulders and sighing they went near the assigned place where the injured or dead passengers were being handed over.
"We are really heartbroken for the family's loss and are praying for the well being and strength.We would like you all to be patient and calm and not cause disturbance to other passengers while taking your loved ones.Thankyou"the announcement was made.Quite rude but we need to take care of others too.

I could see people crying, thrashing, falling on their knees crying miserably.How can someone love someone else so much to be disturbed enough to go insane for their death?A stupid question by my stupid brain.People crying and consoling themselves.Newly we'd wives,as per the look I guess,in shock not accepting the fact they are here to recieve the bodies.Confusion, curiosity,cuious everything took over and then comes the reporters."The flight 782 which was on its way to it's destination crashed mid way causing death of several people has been reported to return the bodies based on the passengers and the family members recognization.Lets ask the family members how do they think about it".All the media cares about is news.

"How do you feel about the crash"?

"What did your son did"?

"Should you blame the pilot"?

"Why and where was you family traveling?How do you feel about it?

"Do you want compensation from the airline on behalf of the dead"?

What kind of questions were they .Adding excess salt to the already open wound .Manipulating the public into serious riots.Never imagined I would witness a news being recorded and then seeing the side effects too.Fainting,attacks, security being called, howling everything.I was disheartened and then I looked into the eyes of people around.More than broken a person alive every could.

Stories of death are totally from a different perception.Stories of death tells us the actual horrors because in the era where everything is being manipulated,death stands where it was and holds the truth with itself.

Thankyou for reading.I know it's not too great to be read but thanks for existing here.Wishing you health and warmth 🤧❤️❤️🤧