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RJ ReshmaJishnudas

Tragedy Classics Inspirational

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RJ ReshmaJishnudas

Tragedy Classics Inspirational

Lost Is Lost Forever

Lost Is Lost Forever

3 mins
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I am Krithi studied 8th standard at Rose Hill school Delhi. I lived in a small flat with my mom and dad happily till the pandemic. I was happy to spent time with my parents but because of busy schedules couldn't get often. When lockdown started it had provided me plenty of free time to amuse myself with them. But the amusement didn't last where my dad was hospitalized being covid positive, and my and mom were quarantined. I was confident he will be back to us as he isn't having any other health issues. After a week of treatment he tested to be negative we were glad to hear it but at the same time felt sad that couldn't able to meet him. But the next day got a call from the hospital which pierced through my ears, " Dad is no more, pneumonia silently killed my father ". We were shocked, mom cried and cried, and fainted, at last, no one came to relieve us. That's the power of a disease that distanced everyone because of fear and death. It was pathetic where we couldn't see him before his last sleep. May his soul live eternally in peace.

The next day mom was admitted to the hospital in a critical condition. I didn't lose hope, strengthen myself to be confident to face anything. But the confidence didn't hold the tears rolled out from my eyes. Within hours I lost everything, mom also did the same as dad they were like 2 bodies and one soul proved again no one could separate us even in death. But they intentionally forgot me, why you both didn't hold me.

Covid entirely wiped off my family and I now become a lonely wildflower in the house. So I am shifted to mom's native place where her brother and wife resides. It's my quarantine period, alone in a single r

oom where I am encircled with their demise.

I am unable to bear the pain, waves of sadness at their peak. Now yet another thing happened to me, I got my first menses. I heard somewhere about the painful days that women encounter every month. Maybe it's my fate to bear all the pain together, I always approached mom to clear my weird doubts. She answers me without any hesitation in answering my doubts. I am hardly missing you mom, I couldn't accept your missing for a lifelong.

Do you know one thing mom, I had read your diary that you hid from me these years? I was surprised to know that belongs to my lifeline. You pointed out everything from my birth, which seems to be a life history. Jotted out even very little things, made me realize how much I am important to you which actually made me sad. Then why couldn't you take me with you?

"Now who is going to write for me in your diary?"

I feel hopeless and I don't know how I am going to survive. I had seen many children, grown-ups who lost their parents like me, the condition is really pathetic. Sooner or later Covid may vanish from our country, gradually everything will be back to its own state except those bereavements.

What I lost is lost forever

I swear they were my gems

They won't be back to me

But they are with me all the time

I can sense their presence

It is more than enough for me to survive


Dedicated to those who lost their parents, loved ones due to pandemic. Live your life, don't be demotivated about their demise, it may be their fate to reach heaven. Live in the Present, don't be overwhelmed with the thoughts of the past and future.


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