The Smallest Footprints Leave the Deepest Impressions!!
- Shweta Arora
- Aug 13
- 2 min read
There are words no one should ever have to write, emotions no heart should ever have to bear. Yet here I am, trying to give shape to the shameless void left by my sweet little niece Aabi.
Just three months ago, our family video calls were brightened by her boundless energy as she bounced around the cameras like a little jumping jack, and her laughter was a melody that made everything right in our world.
Now those three months would stretch into years and into a lifetime of missing her :(
Every conversation began with what new she had done the previous day and ended with her tales of innocent mischief and wonder. Those exchanges were the heartbeat of our everyday morning conversations. Today, there's a profound silence where those stories should be, a hollowness in our interactions that echoes with her absence.
My mind still refuses this reality, reaching for denial...
I find myself wishing impossible things: that this pain might vanish someday, that this is merely a nightmare, etc .. Most of all, I wish for my sister's smile to return, for her heart to heal from a wound that no mother should endure.
Wherever Aabu is now, I want to believe that she hears the messages we send her in our quietest moments, and that she feels the love that continues to flow from us to her. I want to believe that this is not the end of our story with her, and we will meet again. May our souls recognise each other when we cross our paths again in whatever lies beyond this life.
My sweet Aabu, you might be gone from sight but never from soul. Until we meet again, keep jumping and dancing among the stars. Massi misses u terribly :(
When I started writing here in these columns started by Anjuman to express my feelings, I never thought how this is going to help but only discovered recently....
'The Science of Letting Go Through Words'...
I realised that the thoughts that haunt you aren't always powerful, but are just unfinished. They linger because you never gave them a voice.
I only realised that the moment we start writing them down, they start shrinking. The storm inside turns into a few quiet lines on the paper or a column and slowly the chaos start losing its grip....
It is not a magic in real sense, it is only that your brain starts switching gears... writing pulls you from emotion to clarity,…
A hard and cruel reality that none of us would ever want to accept. So rightfully expressed Shweta. The days have turned into dark and nights into deep sorrow. The aching hearts do not want to accept what eyes cannot see. Without Aabu being around the world here has lost its lustre. Nothing seems real. The tears won’t stop rolling and smiles may not return ever. Dear Aabu if you can hear this silence somehow and know that you were the reason we smiled. If I had to a life again, I’d find you sooner. Love you my Angel 👼 and you keep jumping and dancing and brightening the unknown world wherever you are gone 🥰🥰🥰
So true each word...Every morning I get up with my eyes filled with tears realizing that here is another day without Aabi around me n without her sweet husky loud happy voice on my video call ..That brightness of morning becomes gloomy now.