Of late, I have been choosing to ignore both the cloud and the silver lining and take a different route altogether. I have chosen to give in and admire the completion of a larger picture.
This larger picture can only be a masterpiece. Each masterpiece requires it's own time to attain completion. Each color plays it's part and stays in oblivion or becomes obsolete at the end of the errand.
But a thought that refuses to let go is: Isn't there always another side to each story, another interpretation of each tale. Yours, mine and everybody else's.
I bet at least one interpretation would be in a lighter vein.
I never thought death of a near or dear one could bring in tears of joy. Now here's what defined that aspect, a novel manner of looking at a loss.
A very close relative of mine, whom I dearly love, told me recently that she missed her mother terribly. Her mom had battled against cancer till 2004, her mom's body finally gave in to the illness.
Me and a lot of her well wishers were sad that she missed her mom. We couldn't go beyond consoling her and telling her to hang in there.
But she in her turn had an entirely different spin to it.
This is what she said "Thanks guys, don't worry I am not sad at all I just miss her, I feel her in my life every day, my bro and I think of all the fun things 3 of us used to do, I am glad Binu and I were blessed with a great mother who gave us good values and who was very strong and very very funny, thinking about my mom makes me laugh more than get depressed... she was that hilarious :).. but thanks a lot for u r concern :)".
Need I say more and ruin this way of looking at such a huge loss. Each of us is a philosopher, it is the philosophy we use that counts.
Life's a masterful comedy, we just need to have a great sense of humor to appreciate it...
