August 2013
Those arid logs beneath his head, his deteriorating body. Eyes which shall never open again towards this drab world. Hairs wet with his own blood, the body cut down into pieces. The ongoing cremation ceremony to which I paid no heed to. The enchanting sound of "mantras". The vision a bit blurred, eyes watered by the sight, by though of never seeing my friend again. People rendering solace to his wailing grandfather and big brother.
A sudden ignition and the body burst into flames. I was in agony, such a fine soul, a young vibrant boy and alas it had all come to this. My hands folded over my chest, thinking about all the fine memories we have shared in the past. His body is now burning vigorously, the skin started to melt off the bones. The crowd started to scuttle, the family and friends who cherished the guy were leaving the criminatory, I was the last one standing waving my friend final good bye. Strange, it seemed to me that all of those people abandoning him in his final moments. He was a brother to me I remained there saw his body turn to ashes. I think he deserved it, he deserved my support, he wanted me to be there. His soul would now receive some solace knowing that there was still one guy who stood by him in his final moments and did not abandon him like the rest.
Those arid logs beneath his head, his deteriorating body. Eyes which shall never open again towards this drab world. Hairs wet with his own blood, the body cut down into pieces. The ongoing cremation ceremony to which I paid no heed to. The enchanting sound of "mantras". The vision a bit blurred, eyes watered by the sight, by though of never seeing my friend again. People rendering solace to his wailing grandfather and big brother.
A sudden ignition and the body burst into flames. I was in agony, such a fine soul, a young vibrant boy and alas it had all come to this. My hands folded over my chest, thinking about all the fine memories we have shared in the past. His body is now burning vigorously, the skin started to melt off the bones. The crowd started to scuttle, the family and friends who cherished the guy were leaving the criminatory, I was the last one standing waving my friend final good bye. Strange, it seemed to me that all of those people abandoning him in his final moments. He was a brother to me I remained there saw his body turn to ashes. I think he deserved it, he deserved my support, he wanted me to be there. His soul would now receive some solace knowing that there was still one guy who stood by him in his final moments and did not abandon him like the rest.
(3 days before)
It was a usual evening i left early for the gym, taking the same path to travel. A familiar face stopped me amid, seeing an old friend. He was one of my oldest friends, we were in the same class in junior high. Memories came jostling back, we talked about future plans, i inquire about his family. It was nice, he was there with a friend to which i didn't pay much heed. After a brief talk we shook hands and i left for the gym.
Two days after the meet his grandfather came to our house, he was catatonic. When My father inquired what happen; he told that Sam(My Friend) didn't came home from past two days. He tried calling him, messaged him but no respond came. Then in the evening Sam called, he was suicidal, he talked about drowning himself to Gange. My father on hearing it, took immediate action informed police and local media.
After a day news came that he had committed suicide by jumping infront of a train. His death came as a shock to everyone. He left a burden on my soul along with thousand unanswered questions that i ask myself everytime i think about it, the answers to which i will never find. Could i save saved him from himself? Was it really a suicide? What part does that other boy have in this wistful incident?
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