Peace.

To Pimp.

Song Dedication : Aazaadiyan from Udaan

He stared lifelessly at the burning pyre in front of him. It kept burning, the flames rising towards the heavens and he kept staring. It burnt the body of his brother but it couldn't burn the memories of the past.

He stood there crying, hoping all of this was not true. Thinking what if he had lived, what if they could do something more and what if he lived just one more day. But he was gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. He knew that, but sorrow is irrational. All he could do was stand there and think, and that's what he did do.

And finally the mass of wood and flesh was reduced to ashes. And that's what was left for him to stare at now. He saw it coming. It had to happen. God can't cause so much pain to one person. He had to liberate him from that pain. And spread the remaining bits to his loved ones. Disease kills. Depression kills.

He turned around to leave. He did not want to hug anyone. He did not want to talk to anyone. He just wanted his brother back. He looked up at the sky, hoping that there will be an answer. There was none. There are none. There is just one truth. People Always Leave.

He sat in his car and cried more. Moving on is not easy. But the only thing harder is holding on.

We need to be free. Free from bondage of the world. The person you love is there with your soul. Breathing and Living with you. Always. Infinity and Beyond. You just need to trust that and let everything go. It takes time.

I hope He is doing fine.

Aazaad.