When I am left with nothing to do I feel bore for doing nothing. When I have many things to do, I feel bore to involve myself. It is heck in itself for I am human and is human tendency. I blame that. Simple as it is.
Due to damn shear boredom I went for walk with friend towards Reldri. We walked till the PWD colony. It was cool with hardly any drops sprinkling continuously from above. Surrounding was green and fresh.
We were stopped by a beautiful concrete bench. It was decorated with catchy slogan whole heartedly dedicated to someone. It was written with beautiful note, in the loving memory of. Someone was scribbled handsomely with the name Tara Man Ghalley.
His date of birth was written followed by date of departure from this world. His photo was inscribed on marble slat. He lived for 28 years. I presume he had wonderful life with his wife and brother.
How he left the wonderful earth was uncertain for me. But the agony left behind was clear and bold. Moreover I could sense the lost that his wife and brother accepted. Yet death is the apron that we can’t escape to wear.
|Embraced my gratitude for him!|
Sitting comfortably on the bench that was build in memory of yours, Tara Man, I offer my deepest appreciation, for you had wonderful life with your wife and brother. Hope everyone who sits on it will remember you and pray for wonderful afterlife. Rest In Peace Bhaii.