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Life Before The Terminal #writebravely

The Terminal

L…I…F…E ! is a mystery which has a different map for each of us, and we have to decipher it to unveil the real treasure. The only reality of life is that it’s uncertain. And the fact, what we leave behind after crossing the terminal.

A question which often crosses my mind is what exactly does our life comprise. And after much thought, I conclude that it’s made of incidents, experiences, failures, success, and most important “people”. Some largely influence our life’s activities and actions, some just come and go, while some are added as chapters in our book of life.

Today I want to talk about the uncertainty of life. The final terminal which we all have to cross to slip into the heavenly premises. This uncertainty reminds me of an uncle who resided on the ground floor in my apartment. He was a Police Officer and stayed with his wife and daughter, who were quite nice and always greeted me with warmth. I often bumped into him but somehow never interacted with him.

Uncle always looked serious or perhaps I thought he’s a tough nut considering he was a Policeman. Yet, I always felt he had a sunny side to his serious image. There was something about his face, which spoke volumes of his sweetness.

I promised myself the next time I met or rather bumped into him, I will definitely greet him with at least with a smile. After all, a smile is enough to break the ice isn’t it? 🙂

Mom- “Rashi, you know, the uncle downstairs. He passed away 5mins back.”

No sooner had I promised myself, I found myself gaping at my mom at this sudden liberation of news. My smile which was about to reach his eyes a while ago immediately bereft me. The smiling face of his daughter now covered in tears flashed in front of my eyes.

I wish I wasn’t there to listen to this awful update. But do we ever have an option?

Today also, each time I think of him or meet his family when visiting my home, I wish I made most of every time I bumped into him, to interact with him. I would have loved to meet the jovial side of him.

It’s so typical of people to say “You can’t help it. Who has to go will go. No one can stop what’s going to happen. It’s all destiny. But, LIFE has to GO ON…”

While going too you taught me something, Uncle! Life is short, and we must do everything when we have the opportunity. without waiting for the next time.

And also that- Life will Go On… but we never know, whether “We Will or Not”

Wish, I had learned this while you were here, Uncle.

LIFE GOES ON… Is it that simple?  I mull over.

I believe we should always spray positivity on everyone we meet, whether we interact or no, but just with being there. Like Uncle did. We never interacted, yet he taught me something I will remember forever. I will remember him forever.

How would you want to be remembered in the world you left behind after you have crossed the terminal?

Dedicated to Mr. UNCLE! 

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge

Prompt 3- Terminal #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

 

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Author: rashi mital

A mother and a travel enthusiast, I love speed and am proud of my driving skills. In my free time I love reading, writing, and sometimes doing nothing. I try to live every moment and believe in living young despite the age.

15 Comments on “Life Before The Terminal #writebravely

  1. What a sad incident. I can imagine how you must have felt when you heard of the uncle’s sudden demise. We take our time for granted hoping that there’s always another time to do something. These incidents are reminders that the only time we have is now.

    1. Yes, Vinodini. Yeah, his demise did make me sad. But, he taught me a very important lesson in life, to not wait for a right/next time. We should do what we want now when there is time. To make the best of our lives. To leave the happiest and the best memories behind for our people whose lives are still going on. Thanks for reading and commenting. Happy October. Cheers! 🙂

    1. Agree with you, Rohan. We should always learn from even the small incidents in our life. There is something to learn and acquire from everything that happens in our lives. Cheers! 🙂

    1. True, Alpana. Today, most of us most of the times are only cribbing and regretting. Rather, we should do things when there’s still time.
      Glad you enjoyed the post. 🙂 Cheers!

  2. That’s so sad. This incident reminded me of a quote “I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” – Etienne de Grellet

    1. This quote is so motivating, Suzy. True to every word. We should all spend our lives giving and creating memories which portray us in a positive way once we have crossed the terminal.
      Thanks much for reading and esp sharing the quote. Loved it. Cheers 🙂

  3. The lesson is always relevant. My Mom passed last month and we had the simplest of ceremonies because she didn’t want nice things to be said about her after she passed. She preferred that people told her how they appreciated her while she was alive.

    1. I’m sure your mom is at a happier place now. And I will always remember what your mom said. It’s so true. We must always appreciate people while they are with us, to make them feel happy, to make them feel wanted, to tell them we respect and value their efforts. Thanks so much, Corinne, not just for reading but for sharing with me your mom’s values. 🙂

  4. Rashi..the only death that I have seen is of my grandma..I was not that young not to understand this …but too young to let her go …I wish just as everyone remembers her to be a generous and always spreading smiles kind of lady, I get the same titles after I reach my terminal

    1. I empathize with you, Anubhuti. I was quite young when my grandfather passed away. But with time I have realized it Is important to consider how would we want to be remembered after we’ve crossed the terminal. Thanks so much for reading. Cheers! 🙂

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