To make the bygone, happier

Almost everyone of us was shocked on the sudden demise of Sushant Singh Rajput.

People blamed nepotism, crushing of his dreams and existence of politics for that.

The time kept on going. And then came the day for his last movie being premiered on air. We were ready with tissue papers, popcorns, and tonnes of empathy for him.

We all cried with him.

Now what’s next? In a few days or weeks, our life will start going as it was. In fact, it already has.

Here’s the biggest truth: Sushant won’t be happy on you just watching his last movie.

If we cried and loved him and missed him, it won’t make him happy.

Rather if we just stopped and did something like:

  • texting a loved one for no reason
  • calling someone whom we haven’t spoken to, in a long time
  • let our loved ones know we love them

Sushant would be much much happier, wherever he is, whatever he is doing.

You are terrified at his death. The entire nation is. However, none of us, not a single one of us know what others are going through – not even our family and friends.

If we could show them that we are there for them, no matter what, they’ll feel connected to a part of them that most of us have lost.

‘And perhaps, they come to life again! Maybe Sushant will also!

Strong and happy. Maybe!

I want to put a strong and happy face and tell it’s going alright.

I also want to be grateful for the love and blessings that I have been blessed with.

I also want to do great and productive stuff.

However it just isn’t.

Family thinks I’m too lost. In reality, I am too lost.

They think I’m working too much. In reality, I am trying to work too much.

They perhaps believe I don’t care. In reality, can someone please care without conditions attached?

Will learn to deal with it, navigate it, fight it, tell myself it will be over.

And it will.

Till then, we may just learn to switch from spreading awareness to becoming the awareness.

The limit

The limit is the quality of content and people you surround yourself with.

The limit is the books you don’t read.

The limit is the empathy you don’t give to yourself.

The limit is the chats you have while you shouldn’t.

The limit is the DMs you don’t send.

The limit is the smiles you knew you could spread.

The limit is your decisions.