The day had a murmur which was unheard, the night had a melancholy music to be spared .All that passed between that night and day was a wait ,a wait for a departure. The lips that were tired of prayers ,the eyes that held on to a hope and the feet that ran for a smile all remained unaware of their fruitless efforts. The tick of the clock was the background score being rehearsed for the fall. The sun that broke the dusk was to act a s a messenger to the night .A message that was wrapped with the cloth of heart breaking pain. The overcast sky made sure the blue canvass of hope was left hidden within the spilled colors of life.OM a name which reverberated not a prayer but a smile, a smile that brought life to the tired souls was to be forgotten. The birth that was way beyond the usual ,the day which surpassed the definition's of being normal had hidden meanings which was to be read later. The downpour of rain had a scent of death and an intention to moist the dry clay ,the blanket of earth which was to be unwrapped for final adieu. The fingers that held on to my hand, the feet which kissed my cheek with a kick and the lips that was to call me uncle rests today in the lap of earth. Omkar my nephew came as a chant and went back like a fallen chanting bead .You might be far from us but in our hearts you are always close with that beautiful smile .
To my loving nephew ""Omkar".May you rest in peace
