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Lavanya Nukavarapu

Tragedy

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Lavanya Nukavarapu

Tragedy

Pets Do Mourn

Pets Do Mourn

3 mins
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It happens suddenly, there is no notice, and the loved one is forcibly taken from you, and you cannot do anything about it. Death is a thief who sneaks into the house and snatches the most precious thing, LIFE. It doesn’t have a body or a face to follow it, bite it, attack it, tear it apart and get the LIFE back. Instead, you end up sitting next to the man you love crying helplessly.

The walls of the house that were filled with laughter once are now ghostly silent. There is no use of the twin coffee mugs now, the other one is perpetually hanging on the steel rack because the person who used to drink from it will no longer drink from it.

The coffee mug, the morning newspaper, the music player in the bedroom are lonely like the lady of the house, the other side of the bed is empty, and the tears never stop rolling down her eyes. Sometimes, she takes sleeping pills.

Today she breaks the two coffee mugs on which their photo was imprinted. She hurts her fingers and blood trickles out of it. She keeps crying letting the blood flow until the maid comes and ties a bandage around the wound. She wants to die.

She used to sing once, beautiful songs which had no meaning, but it was nice to hear her songs, her beautiful voice echoing in the entire house. The only singing that is heard now is her wails and her sniffles.

When a person dies, a family dies too. It is never the same again, the jokes, the music, the love, the house. She also is not the same. She wants to die so she can be with him forever. And so she tries several things to die.

She cut her hand once, she tried to drown in the bathtub, she tried to electrocute her, and she tried to hang herself. But every time she is unsuccessful. I keep a constant watch on her, and under my vigil, she will never die.

One day she takes all her anger on me. She scolds me and beats me with her late husband’s belt, ‘Stupid dog, why do you have to save me every time? Don’t you understand, I cannot live without him?’ And then she collapses on the floor and cries hysterically. I slowly crawl and curl in her lap. She throws her arms around me, caresses my fur slowly and says, ‘I am sorry, Bonnie. I know you miss him too.’

From that day onwards she never tries to kill herself. We share our grief. Nothing can bring the person back whom we love so dearly. We are getting used to his absence and trying to gather ourselves by helping each other to be strong. We are accepting his death gradually in our own ways.


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