It's another sorrowful day! A new misery, an emptiness... All I can see is darkness wrapped in a shawl of grief and hollowness... What kind of a day it is? When I didn't get to see your face... When I couldn't ask you if you had your medicines... When I'm not looking at the oxygen cylinder to check if you're getting enough supply... When I didn't get to come closer to you to hear what you're saying... When I didn't get to check your feet if they are still swollen... When I didn't ask you if you need Strepsils for your cough... What kind of a day it is? The day that changed everything... The day where I couldn't hear your bell to check if you need anything... The day when no one asked me if I had my breakfast... The day when nobody asked me why am I still working when it's 6pm... Daddy Jan, everything has changed! There is an incessant bereavement. The house feels like a barren land... A silent graveyard... Ring the bell one ...
April it is... Oh April, here you come again! Last April, she was here, sitting in front of me, smiling. Cheering us up with the delightful presence of hers. Today, April it is. That sofa is vacant, that room longs for her presence. Today no one's smiling here. There's an incessant silence, a void. Today it smelled like misery. This April is horrific. That April was just another April, a normal April. Nothing will ever be the same again. Every April will be a wistful melancholic April. Last April, she was planning for Ramadan. Oh how excited she was! That joy, that kind grin... From grocery shopping, to menu planning. It was all sorted out because of her existence. April it was... April it is... Last April, I wasn't terrified by the month. Today, I am... Today, heaven must be having a beautiful April. A divine April...