Acceptance

It was the Thanksgiving morning.  My mother pulled out the roasted Turkey from the oven.  She looked ravishing as usual.   She drank wine as she chopped the veggies here and added some garnishing there. I stood watching her for a while.

I heard someone playing the Piano in the living room. It was my brother Jiggu. He played like a pro now. I went near him and observed his serene face. He always let himself flow with the rhythm of the music he produced. It felt like his fingers were his fins and the music was the water.  On completing the coda, everybody applauded.

Today my house was buzzing with relatives.  It was customary tradition to have Thanksgiving meal together. My Uncles, my aunts and my cousins gathered around the table as the help started bringing in dishes. They all settled and prayed. I watched my mother. A Tear rolled down her cheeks. My heart broke. But I was happy. I ran out of the house. I ran into the deep forest with ecstasy. I ran till I reached the end of the path.  I was panting.  I looked at the sky and heard the sweetest symphony of my life.   It was time for me to go. I stretched out my hands. My soul was ready to enter the next world. 

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