A Darling to a Fighter

Family with a only child is always a darling, full of affection, that shower led a helping hand to even overlook the "lacks" I own to. The steps they adjoins giving their fingers and those LoL moments of my imblance of my legs and eventually fell down. One of the red lighted facts my family and others scare of "My Terrible Crying". Once I start up my raga, it doesn't want to stop. 

Among the family, there must be the one, who is like a  "cheerleader", an "applause" to your performance in the life. My aunt, I address her as "o pei" in our local language. From making myself to hold a handkerchief to wipe my running nose or asking me to step alone  be a fighter, remembered one of the days of my school,  I don't know A or B, it was an Assamese medium school, me an introvert girl, so reserved, even scare to utter a single word, full of supposition, looking me weeping, the headmistress call up my aunt, she call me out gave me a packet of biscuits to have and a water bottle, and lastly said, to be a nice person you have to study, so if you scare, how it would be possible, so smile, go back to your class, okay. I followed accordingly. Many more rememberings are there, some are the hilarious gaga moment with her, all are deathless. Sometime my misdeeds are so offence still she comes out all of her affection to direct me to the correct side. In 2018, it was like a traumatic to me when we all got to know her both kidneys failed, and she is like a guest for a handful of days, I remembered my last talk with her, she want to go for her eye operation, I said take me alongwith you, cannot stay without you. And in Jan 2019, she passed away, I cried bitterly, doesn't know what to do or how to continue my life. 

"Death" is like a slap to me to realise the reality, I was never mindful of it can knock my door someday, no more a darling as opinions come by my way and ask me to adjust while I had accepting and understanding who politely ask me to try again. Now I have learnt to walk alone, sleep alone  still can't get over of my fear of darkness, I sleep switching the lights on. Sympathy is headed to me instead of affection, turns up sometimes to hypocrisy. So I must say respect your parents, especially the one who loves you, cause time take them and in the next if you want to donot get it. Am change into a fighter, the fighting spirit I got from my internal applause she locked in my heart, asking me to walk, alone. So I would conclude by saying heartfelt thanking and forgiveness to  my dearest aunt who is in better place, may Allah grant her highest rank in Jannat-ul-firdous ameen summa ameen.