My mother died when I was 27.
She loved me.
Her only child: to her last breath.
She walked alone – silently – to her grave.
Everyone walks alone.
But few realize.
Life is just a corridor to death.
Being is just the mirror of nothingness.
Remembering is just as ephemeral as forgetting.
I feel forsaken like the entire universe.
Like the stars that light our sky.
Like this planet.
Ammu. I need a hug. Just one.