Worse than death

Worse than Death

What is more painful, you being forgotten by your loved once heart or you being forgotten by your loved once mind?

Let me just rephrase my question –

What is more painful, death of your loved once or memory loss of your loved once?

In death you know that the person is gone and no matter how much you loved him/her s/he will never come back, so with the passage of time you end up stabilizing yourself. The same thing happens when someone break your heart; you end up stabilizing yourself.

In memory loss you know that the person is sick and therefore s/he is not able to recognize you but despite of knowing this fact you end up crying every time see them. In this case time plays no role. You experience the worst feeling of your life when your dad/mom/bother/sister/wife/girlfriend knows you no more. You try to make them remind who you are and you repeat your name several times in front them but nothing works. When they look at you with the question of who you are? Believe me you just feel like killing yourself and you feel the worst feelings of all, worse than death. And what makes it worse is that you have to feel it every time you look into their eyes.

But…………

There is one beautiful thing know as hope which is always there in case of memory loss. A Hope to see your beautiful mom/dad/bother/sister/wife/girlfriend getting better, a hope to see your space in there heart which will reflect from their eyes, a hope to be closer to them again and a hope to hug them, to kiss them and to tell them you missed them.

And it is this wonderful hope that gives to the strength. Strength to fight with the god, strength to fight with the world, strength to be there with your loved once and a strength to face the worst time.

Remember when that worst time comes, it’s not just you who face it; it is being faced by your loved once as well. In fact that time is worse in multiples for them because they feel the physical pain and the pain of not knowing anyone.

So always hope, it will give you strength to cope up with any and every type of situations.

My dream date

My dream date

A clean and beautiful beach; I’m standing there wearing white suit with red tie waiting for her to come. After waiting for 20 minutes I see a wonderful lady wearing red – one piece carrying white hand bag walking towards me. I kiss her on her lips and the moment I warp her into my arms I was filled with her aroma, and then look into her eyes and say you know you made me wait for 20 minutes. We keep on looking in each others eyes, give smile to each other and then she kisses me and says I ‘am sorry baby. I give her a bunch of red roses with few white roses in it which were creating a shape of a heart.

We sit around a round table which was covered with plain white cloth and there were two red roses lying on the table, they were twisted and were again creating a shape of a heart.

We order something and once the waiter is gone we holds each others hand and start talking. We cherish our past, we talk about our dreams, we talk about our problems, eat whatever we ordered and we expresses our feeling for each other.

Once we are over with our words and the moment of silence took place we start scribbling on table cloth. We play “add a word”. We write our names in the heart which was made from roses and around the heart we write “these are not two roses, these are our two hearts which are joint together forever and is now a single beautiful heart”

And then we just sit facing west, hold each others hand and watch the sunset. Then we just get up from our respective seats, take a champagne bottle and two glasses with us and just walk naked feet on a beach; drinking and talking.