life's fragility

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 there have been rare instances where i have cried after watching a movie or series. but watching a particular series today, made me quite emotional. that was trial by fire- a fire blaze tragedy in a cinema in delhi. the cinema's name was uphaar and thus is called the uphaar tragedy till date. it is a poignant adaptation of the book written by neelam and shekhar krishnamoorthy, parents of  2 children who passed away in the 1997 fire. the series shows how parents of two kids who died in that fire, struggled fighting this case for years after the incident, exposing our country's judicial system's corruption and negligence. 

the most inspiring thing about this was the unyielding strength of the parents who channeled their grief into purpose. it brings us to the fragility of life, where in seconds, the people you love, could disappear in front of your eyes. 

fragility reminds us of the impermanence of life, which is like a delicate flame, flickered out by the slightest breeze. it reminds us to cherish the present, live fully, laugh openly, and love deeply, to those close to us. 

life has this vulnerability. this openness to embrace it and welcome people into our lives with open hearts, and yet keep it in the back of our heart to let go sooner or later. life teaches us humility, that the strongest can falter and the seemingly permanent can switch up in an instant. this mutual understanding does not diminish its value, but amplifies it. this is how we can learn to live with each moment as a gift from nature itself. 

someone's loss leaves an indelible mark in our hearts, leaving this empty void and absence in the room once filled with laughter. but their memories and love whisper to us, that they would always be there as a beacon of light guiding us, in our soul or looking from above. remember, with this comes a lesson, a reminder that time is a fleeting instant. this uncertainty of life is our driving force to mend bonds, let go of grudges and treasure the people still with us. 

love lives on, even when life fades away, and love is the catalyst of emotions. love those dear to you, love the life you have, love the beauty of nature and the essence of humanity- the courage to dream and the strength to heal. 

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