An ode to Sri Beni Madho Rao
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death... Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain... He pretty much captured the above thoughts of his favourite poet John Keats’ in his unannounced death. He would often tell me after my mother passed away to stop and consider, for life is but a day, a fragile dew-drop on its perilous way from a tree’s summit, a rose’s hope while yet unblown, the reading of an ever-changing tale. And that death, when it comes, can’t be stopped, ignored or reversed as it is one reality none can change. For me and, more importantly, my brother who left every single thing dear to him to take care of my father and escort him till his blood pressure stopped showing up on the life monitor in the ICU, an overcast July 17, 2012 became the reality that redefined our sense of loss, a never-before nag tugging the heart in scary perpetuity. Many tell you that 80 years is a long lif