A Widower

A Widower

Apa: The Widower whom I refer to

Sangay's father was lying near the corpse with an unrestrained tears. Sangay was petrified and the fear sends shiver down his spine. "A...A..Apa" He stuttered. Apa wasn't replying at all. The question of what has happened stirred up in his mind as he saw many people gathered in his home. He was astonished.

 Steadily, his family and the relatives huddled around them. By the time he saw the tears in the eyes of his relatives, he knew that the corpse that was covered with 'Khasha' behind his father was his demised mother.

Remembering the full moon face of her mother, the unwavering affection and the love that she has given, tears started to flow down his cheecks simultaneously.

The waves of nostalgia swept over him of his stay with an emanated 'God Tara' mother repeatedly, no matter what he does and think because he has loved his mother unconditionally.

Every one was mourning and from the back, his sister came making a squealed sobbing sound near him. It was a melancholic situation. 

Sangay has just entered into the door of adolescent and was in sixth grade. He has a younger brother who has just crossed his toddler stage who out of nowhere appeared near him and holded tightly from the back of Sangay's gho. "Ata, where is my Ama?" He questioned. Sangay didn't know what to answer. He rubbed his tears unoticeably. 

Uttering of word was difficult for him at that moment. His relatives were gazing at them. "Mother will arrive tommorrow, she has gone to bring a cycle as a present for you." Sangay stuttered. No sooner had his brother stood silent than he made a screwed face. 

"What was behind my Apa and why he was crying?" Again he questioned Sangay abruptly. It is always hard to answer and explain to a child.

Sangay did not answered, rather he embrace him, stroke and patted him on the back. Sangay was dying inside.

Death was natural and all will die one day is what all he knew. He has never seen practically until the death of his mother.

Monks, Gomchens and a Lam were there to commemorate the death. After few minutes, Sangay's mother, who was covered with white khasha was taken to the cremation ground.  They prayed, chanted 'Mani' and started moving from the cremation ground. Sangay's mother who has always stood behind him through thick and thin and shined like a pearl before has now turned into ashes. The situation broke him down into pieces.

After few years.

Time has healed everything and Sangay's feeling of melancholy about his mother has deminished. Amazingly, his father stood as a perfect immortal widower. All those situation made him to realize that, "the tapestry of life is difficult to design until you experience a mournful, melancholic, and remorseful situation." It always stung in his mind like a bees in summers day.

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