ALAS !! EMPTYNESS....!
My sibling on the wooden flank, his eyes outreached but completely blank, the eyes that
articulated ideas, intensions , wild philosophies of Einstein, Newton and Lincoln, no
longer spoke anything but they stared at the ceiling of the cabin. How could I believe his
eyes were serene ?
Joys and sorrows exhibited in his eyes like a person's reflection in the pure
molecules of H20. Jolly, charismatic and happy-go-lucky, synonymous to him. He was a
pefect lean and lanky boy, who completely enjoyed mischievous acts and factitious skills.
Fair complexion and a hooked nose, were unfortunately the only assets he possessed.
Planting of spikes in his short hair, blanketed by the super gel, was an irresistible still
from his real life.
Enriched with courage and determination, he could solve any obstacle that came
his way. If only he could have avoided that last one bike ride, he would have made it to
life. If only he could have abandoned that last picnic fight, he would have made to life. If
only he could have came early that night....
"Where are you son ?"
"Mom, don't worry ! I am on the way to home. will be there in no time." That voice still
echoed in her ears, an old woman, in white colored chiffon saari shedding tears. I could
feel the silence of her eyes, those eyes had given birth to my eyes and my brother's.
Sitting beside her beloved appendage, she stared at him, recalling the nurture and caring
attitude with which she brought him up. There in the corner I saw an old man with
wrinkled eyes and dried lips in the state of denial.
"Son, why don't you spend this weekend at home? We will have fun."
"Sorry Dad." he said in his usual carefree tone,"i will have my own time." Dad, looking
at his eyes, had kissed his forehead and smiled saying okay champion but don't be late to
supper.
"[Link], i have a bad news for you. Your son Haider met an accident. Please
come to Grand hospital" said a strange wobble voice.
There I see, Sunken body he had at the neck of his life like the stomata of the plants
flowering in the deserts. Transcription took place slowly without letting anyone know. H
ope generated with the sight of the doctor and the journey ended after hearing those calm
but undoubtly 'harsh' sentences. 'Harsh' were those words as my dreams shattered away
with those words. My body shook as the lightening bringing thunderstorms, had touched
me. Tears pour down from my eyes and reached the cheeks, searching for a helping hand,
a support. Indeed lifeless was what i felt.
Soon a cry erupted in my mind but my heart remained silent as my heart knew i
was alone. I recalled those 'green and salad' days playing 'hide n seek' with my little
sibbling now. Those hide n seek days are worth dreaming now. Had he never had met that
bike accident on the highway with speeding car, he would have become the most
successful IIT-ian in the country. "Was it a dream?" I inquired myself. I pinched myself as
hard as I could and soon, I found the reply. I was all alone in that cabin with my brother's
eyes closed and cotton roofed nose.
"The little adrenaline rush, the uncontrolled power and enthusiasm, the delibrate height of
confidence, the fear of nothing attitude, high head and blind believe, had led to loss of
many lives, many young lads, many dreamers, many acheivers and many seekers. And
there I see the loss is just not an individual loss, it's an unreplaceable loss to many
mothers, many fathers and many brothers."
