When someone dies, a relation dies with it.. a mother dies with the mother, a father dies with the father, an uncle, a grandparent.. a sibling, their love and care die with that.. no one can replace that.. but other loves do spread out to fill the void, someone else puts a soft, caring arm around to make up for that... that is, if we get lucky. And sometimes, if we are not so lucky, we stay alone for long, waiting for that softness to return in our life in some form, getting it by and by or just getting over it.. that is life.. never stopping no matter how hard it hits someone.
But when a thinker dies, when a poet or writer dies... when a blogger dies, a thought process dies with it. A new idea of change remains unspoken. A unique world of beauty remains uncovered, yet another dimension of evolution remains silent. Yet another side of the story always remains untold. Yet another truth always stays hidden. A point of view that could be counted on, nulls down to nothing. And no matter how many more thinkers, poets, writers, and bloggers keep coming and filling the void, a thought always looms around.. that what life would have been like if they stayed with us some more... perhaps different in so many ways.
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