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The presence of the person who is not present physically.

I myself was taken aback hearing the news! I neither could believe it nor could react at that moment. It seemed as if I was in a state of trauma for few seconds. ‘Really???!!!’, was all I could write after I got the news. This happened a month ago and I was not even informed. It was not fair, really.
However I want to say her that disaster happens and it can’t be overcomed.  Disappearence occurs and it can’t be undone. The life changes, forever, but she still had to survive. I want to tell her that she has to live, she has to leave for the precious memories of him. Though she will starve for his presence but she has to dwell, here in this “Cruel” world. She has to live for him, for his disappearence; for the impossible disaster.
I wish I could tell these all things to her directly, face to face. But to my dismay, I don’t have the chance to meet her and I don’t even have the guts to break the matter to her in texts. I want her to share this disaster of her’s with me. I want to weep with her, console her and take her in my arms and say, ‘Dear, please stop weeping. No one has a definite presence in this world. No one can predict how long they can live. He is very bad that he left the most beautiful girl, for him, and went away; without even telling. He is rude because he left you all alone, with your mother dying for him and you, still small who think herself to be his princess. Please stop now and live; live for him, make him your reason to be here and after a certain period of time when you’ll meet him in heaven, he will be smiling at you, knowing that her little beautiful princes has arrived, at last. He will be glad to have you in your arms again and so will you. Let’s go now. Let’s get away from the pain and let’s immune ourselves to this.’
After saying this she would catch my hand, filling the spaces between our hands and then we would walk away, without any tear in the eye, without any fear in the heart, without any virus in our minds.

We would just walk away!  

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