Four years later, it will happen like this. You will sit on New Year’s eve and want to think of anything but my death. You would want to wear a sari. You would want to wear flowers on your hair. Not cover it up with a scarf. You would like to make a New Year’s resolution, go celebrate the beginning of something new.
Four years later, you would wonder if you haven’t grieved already, if you haven’t grieved too much. You would wonder if it’s okay to put down your sorrow. You would wonder what did that even mean for you and I? Would it mean you have forgotten me? Would it mean you have moved on? Would it mean it is okay for you to celebrate something new, instead of mourning for someone who didn’t want to be here?
Four years later, you would look for me to give you answers. You would ask me, if this is betrayal. You would ask, if I think you deserve to be happy. What would I tell you, if I was there?
I would say four years is a long time. I would say, you mourned me and grieved me and remembered me. And I would say, it’s okay to wear sarees and put on flowers. I know how much you loved flowers. I would say, go celebrate. But you and I both know you hate unnecessary talk and people drain you out. So may be, stay home instead, but be happy. I didn’t die to punish anyone and you should probably start to live your life without trying to atone for things you never said, or did. I would say, stop counting how many years it has been since I have been gone. But then again, you and I both know, how you love to keep track of time. So chances are, you won’t listen to me. So may be, I won’t say that then.
I would say instead, this New Years Eve start over. I would say what I said to you eight years ago, Don’t dare to forget me! I would also say, But I am not afraid anymore that you ever will.
And I know you would reply, This is not how to make someone remember you.
I would totally agree. You know, I would never want you to remember me like that. So I would then say, Tell me, how would you rather remember me? And then I would ask, Well then, why aren’t you doing it right?