Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A white pillow and a wooden cross...



The coffin was closed. The jasmine garland decorating it had already started to wilt. I caressed the small wooden cross.

The family burial chamber was a very very old type. The top, slanting slab was still intact. There was a trap door at the front. The coffin was pushed in through it and placed on an iron grid just below the ground level.


The trap door would be sealed. The bodily remains would drop down through the grid....join the mortal remains of those gone before her.


Till the trap door was opened again...and someone, his breath reeking with alcohol....his senses dull, would be sent in through the trap door. He would clean up the iron grid hastily and
keep it ready for the next person..


Then we all would go again. Singing hymns, some weeping, some numb, some just on looking and man watching...


Some with beautiful memories..some with not so good ones.. some curious..some just out of duty, wondering when it would all be over and they could go on with their precious lives..

The trap door was still open.


I could see the coffin placed on the cleaned up iron grid.


It was closed....Silent. The flowers had already started to wilt...


A soft white pillow daintily trimmed with white lace was placed on top of it.

It had been removed so that the lid could be closed.


People had started to leave....Some silent, lost in their own thoughts... Some talking to one other softly...Some laughing and chattering as they saw long lost friends and relatives.


Only we, the family remained. Each one lost in the last goodbye, the last prayers


The coffin was silent..but soft white pillow daintily trimmed with lace whispered to me...

'Even I was removed.'

I caressed the small wooden cross again...

It had also been removed from her hands at the last moment....’Becaus the Cross is never buried’ They told me as they handed it over to my hands.

I looked at it...

My mom in law had handed over...I had taken over.

Who would take it over from my hands? I wondered curiously.

10 comments:

Hammer said...

i know you are in grief, but then you dont have to think too much into the future. Definitely nt about who would take over the cross from you. Death comes to everyone and if we are to worry about it then whats the point in staying alive? I know it's the grief that has gotten you.. Relax forawhile, read a good book. I am sure you will get over this :)

Lash here ( I have a new name and new blog) Thats a secret but;)

silverine said...

My condolences!

Death always makes me introspect about life! Ironic! Every funeral makes me realize that I am alive. More irony! Nice to see you blogging again!

p.s I wonder who that first goose err commenter is hmmm :|

:p

Dhanya said...

Heartfelt condolences.. Time will alleviate your grief..

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chakde said...

my condolences..The moment we knew that the person cannot be seen/heard again is terrible.This will haunt u for sometime.But time 'll heal everything.Take care.

Di said...

sorry about that :(

as silverine said..the more i come face to face with death the more i want to live and realise all there is left to do!Hope u find the strength to overcome your loss.

PS:ur blog doesnt allow me to use the wordpress or url-name combo to login :( please enable it! I have moved my blog.

mirage said...

Hi angel doc,i m new to the blogworld.ur article s touching.

Death is an inevitable part of life.As the proverb says,hope for the best,but be prepared for the worst!
Time will heal ur pain,I am sure..c u again.

Neena Padayatty said...

Beautifully written on such a sensitive incident...my condolences.

Wud u care to read what i wrote on a similar instance sometime
http://thebowerat.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-yew-trees-shade.html

Karthik Sivaramakrishnan said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcL9Y1eWgY0

http://arr-songs-translated.blogspot.com/2007/04/oru-thuli.html

Beautiful.

Alameen said...

my condolences doc..
time will reduce the pain..

Al