She knocks on the front door, but she really didn’t have to. I saw her crouching there a few days ago. I can feel her presence before she announces herself. I didn’t invite her; she simply comes. She isn’t a respecter of persons; she visits you, too. She visits us all.
Lovely piece Prasanta. I was thinking similar thougths today, much less poetic I admit, about how grief and joy co-exist.
Lovely, Prasanta.
Well done, Prasanta. Your description captured the duality of joy and sorrow, aptly.
What a thoughtful, vivid, honest portrayal of grief. Powerful!