At a funeral I went on last week, I rememberd one game I used to do (with myself) when I was a teenage...
I did this when I was mad with someone at home, either with mother or the brother at most of the times over some silly argument..
As strange and wired as it sounds I used to imagine "my own funeral- caused by a sudden death" when I was upset over some stupid small thing.
I close my eyes and imagine myself in a pure white saree, sleeping in a cuffin surrounded with thousands of beautiful flowers.
I hear people say all good about me, how nice person I was and how I helped them to overcome hardships,
I see people cry for their lost - even I - myself cried for their lost seeing how sad they really are.. :(
I see the person whom I was mad with come closer to cuffin and cry louderif that was my brother(whom I was mad with) he says, "how beautiful our childhood was and also he has the best sister that one can be wishing for... he recalls all the good memories we had together, the nice days we adupt a squirrel etc.. etc... if it was my mother that I thought I was mad with, I picture her situation, which is undiscribable.. I imagine that she says she loved me more in a fainting voice ...
I see my cousins decorating streets with white flags bearing a huge pain... finally I hear the funeral speech that one of the toughest teachers may deliver for the gathering..... after seeing and hearing all this in my head- I truly felt betterall the hard feelings that I was having earlier has dissapeared - felt more energetic and felt like I am an important person to the society.. Now, when re-calling these I laugh loud at my self for being so silly and on the other hand I wonder why people do not appreciate each other when they are alive- why wait till there funeral day to tell them how kind and nice they really are... ???
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