Dearest Taibun Pehi

I hope I have not misspoken:
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Dearest Taibun Pehi,
You were like a large driftwood,
Floating along with the river's current,
Stopping here and there,
Almost at will,
Here giving a flower it's first bloom,
There hiding in the reeds,
To find you was a challenge at times,
There serenely sleeping,
Amidst the roots of an old Banyan tree,
As if you found your destiny,
And would like to rest a while.
My eyes weep with no tears today,
For the driftwood had lost it's youth,
It had traveled for too long in the river.
Now it was time, to melt with the Sea,
That lies yonder;
And a sweet death will occur in eternal peace.

I jump from your bosom to that of the mother earth,
I bid you good bye.
Good Bye dearest Pehi!
May you sleep well with your brethren!

You were the closest to my Abba,
Perhaps because of being only a few years apart,
You were there when he fell ill.
You would be happy to know that,
you and your late husband, "Peha",
Were the only two people who helped my father,
When he needed help the most.
This comes from the heart of a son and a nephew.

You were not just "Pehi".
You were "Ammi",
You were " Mami",
You were "Maa",
You were "Bhabi",
And You were "Taibun", to some.

I still remember when Abba,
Wept on your shoulders when Dadi maa died.
I was kind of surprised, to see that, honestly.
A man who was so devoid of emotions or expressions of such,
Was hugging you dearly and weeping to his heart's content.
It was like some neurons connected in his Alzheimer's attacked brain,
A sad yet memorable moment indeed.

Isn't it strange that your only two daughters,
One from your own womb,
And one from your sister's,
Were the only ones with you when you left this earth.
It is as if Allah, The One and Only Great One, Who decides,
When we come, and when we go,
Calls the ones you love the most,
The dearest to your heart,
To your bedside,
Just like my brother,
Was at the side of your brother,
When he breathed his last,
I had only come back from home, two days earlier.
Does seem like a coincidence, doesn't it.

It does not matter.
What matters is where you are going,
To the hillside next to your beloved husband,
Who served you all his healthy life,
And next to your brothers and sisters,
You are indeed in good company!
May you be at peace where ever the All Knowing has decided to keep you,
Till we meet on the day of Kayamat! The Day of Judgment!
We will probably not recognize each other, but that is another story!

They say that a lifetime is  - Only a
drop in the ocean, compared to the time of the "After-life" or "Akhirat". If that were true maybe our souls will collide in the infinite time of "swirling around" in the after-life. May be we shall cross-paths as we have in this lifetime on this mother earth.
So long, "Pehi", I will surely miss you.

Yours lovingly,
Mithu "mona" aka "Baatisholai"