She Didn't Deserve It.

Dedicated to Akshata.

Deaths occur at such a fast rate — every second that passes by, millions of people die; and even more take birth. "That's life," that's what they say. But, is it, really?

Death is scary. Death threatens everyone. It can make the richest or even the most powerful man kneel before it. It is a force stronger than God, or sent by God? Is there even a God out there? 'Cause if there was, there wouldn't have been so much suffering in the world. And so many wrong deaths. I ain't saying that death shouldn't occur. But, why do people, the most innocent of them, the ones that did no harm or foul to anyone, have to die? They don't even deserve it. They certainly don't. So, if there was a God above, why didn't He save them? "Because He loves them." Of course. If He did, He would've let those people live. Because He knows how important these people are: to their parents, their siblings, their friends, their families, the strangers they unknowingly did good to.

Death fears no one. Everyone fears death. Time waits for no man? Apparently, Time has a companion, too — Death. Death cripples one — fast and painful, or slow and torturous. It cripples the one dying and everyone around them, be it the people emotionally attached to them or not. Death kills, literally. Not just the person dying but also the ones around. Death is vicious. Death should not be.

Don't tell me I have strong opinions. I had a friend, when I was fifteen. My entire batch, of the classes I went to, hated me for being smart and 'over friendly'. But through all that hate was one person who actually didn't give a f*** about anyone. She realised I was no different than any of them. She smiled at me and just like that we became friends. She helped me get through all the crap. After that, we lost contact when we went to Junior College.

It was mid-June, year 2013, rainy season. She had just passed her 12th boards. She was riding pillion on a friend's bike. She met with an accident when the bike skid. Her friend survived. She died. She was Anviksha. She, who had done no harm to anyone. She, who was a daughter, a sister, a niece, a granddaughter, a friend, a colleague to somebody. She, who had been kind and sweet to most, and fortunately me. She, who had done no ill and thought of no evil. I didn't know her well, but, she sure as hell didn't deserve to die.

It has been over a year since that incident. I just sit in silence as I look at all the Facebook posts on her wall, silent tears finding their way through my eyes. "REST IN PEACE." "We love you. We miss you." It is now that I really feel her absence while reminiscing the old days. It is now that I really realise that she is actually no longer with or among us. It is not just sad — it's pathetic. The pain fills the chest with such an ache, you wish you were dead instead. She didn't deserve to die.

Death took her away from us. Death crippled our worlds. She may not have been an important part of our lives, but every morning of every day that we realise that she's no more — that she's dead, we die a little inside. It wasn't fair. She was young, barely 18. She was sweet. She was innocent. She hadn't even lived her life. She didn't deserve to die.

She was a good person. She'll always live in our hearts. That's one thing death can't take away.

You'll all say there's a God above. He does everything for the good of all. But the day you'll go through this — be it the death of a family member or a neighbour you hated, you'll realise why I'm angry slash bitter. You'll realise how short life is. You'll realise as your world comes crashing down and question, "What's the point of it all?"

As do I.

Can somebody, seriously explain to me, what is the point of life if it all ends in death? If all we get in return is death?

Help me. I'm lost. It's a year later, and I'm still lost.

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