A letter to all dead...

To whomsoever it may concern

This is awkward. Are you really reading this? I was hoping you would. But then, I was not sure of it.

I have something to tell you. This is something I have learnt from you and want to talk to you about, if I may please.

It is impossible to know what tomorrow looks like.. feels like...tastes like. Its sheer uncertainty stares down at us every waking hour. An ever evolving, never revealing mystery- tomorrow... will it be? will we still be? 

Life happens. We just 'happen' to be in it (and we are lucky to have whatever time we get with it.) We put so much thought, work and energy for a better future- but does that future even exist? Maybe it is prudent to not plan. Maybe it is foolish to plan. Like pricking a vein with a needle and challenging it to slither away now... Like pinning every corner of the paper to the wall and challenging the wind to blow it away then... But, you know what? Paper can tear and veins can pop. So, no matter how competent you be, there is still that 1% window that things will happen just the way they want to.

I cannot change anything.

I am a doctor. I can try. But I can't always save someone who is not destined to be saved.

People die everyday. You for one, would know that very well! But, I think it will take me a lifetime to get used to it.

And then, I'll die too and so, won't remember...won't need to get used to it, I think.

You will be missed.

Much Love,

Me.