It was 1987 and Shillong was under curfew then; in fact 6-7 months of curfew with temporary relaxations. My grandpa passed away then and I have faded memories of how we had to deal with the situation. Neighbours and relatives helped us through the situation then. Grandpa had been keeping unwell for some time however he relatively died a painless death just on the second day after suffering from a brain stroke. How he almost sensed his passing away weeks before has to be saved for another day, another post!
Yesterday, back home in Shillong, one of our tenant's wife passed away. She was in dialysis since 5-6 years now. The lady and the family was of course suffering and the husband had demonstrated utmost patience all these years. Her passing away must have relieved her of all the pain, and may be the pain of the family to a certain extent. She leaves a daughter who is 15 or 16 and to spend the rest of her adolescence without her mother is very hard for me to imagine.
Why I remembered the curfew of 1987 today was simply because we are in lockdown now and in similar circumstances. The husband managed to take her now 'dead' body to Silchar where the rest of the family is. What a pain that must be to know that there was no life left in that body, the body and the soul which has been by his side all these time. How must he be bearing his pain and also the daughter's is difficult to comprehend.
Leaves me speechless with the thought of helplessness, with the thought that we really have no control of anything in our lives. Much as I empathize with the family, there is hardly that i can do anything about it other than just to watch...
Yesterday, back home in Shillong, one of our tenant's wife passed away. She was in dialysis since 5-6 years now. The lady and the family was of course suffering and the husband had demonstrated utmost patience all these years. Her passing away must have relieved her of all the pain, and may be the pain of the family to a certain extent. She leaves a daughter who is 15 or 16 and to spend the rest of her adolescence without her mother is very hard for me to imagine.
Why I remembered the curfew of 1987 today was simply because we are in lockdown now and in similar circumstances. The husband managed to take her now 'dead' body to Silchar where the rest of the family is. What a pain that must be to know that there was no life left in that body, the body and the soul which has been by his side all these time. How must he be bearing his pain and also the daughter's is difficult to comprehend.
Leaves me speechless with the thought of helplessness, with the thought that we really have no control of anything in our lives. Much as I empathize with the family, there is hardly that i can do anything about it other than just to watch...
