The year altogether has been iterating and drilling into #human #psyche one simple fact - #life is short, and is transient.
Book Recommendation: Small Acts of Freedom – Gurmehar Kaur
I lost my dad when I was 21. She lost hers when she was 3 and her sister was 3 months old.
I lost my dad to a road accident, she lost hers to war.
The Man on Bus Stop 21
I missed him wearing his fat Eskimo jacket (which I hated considering it was totally out of fashion), shielding him from the cold. I felt my eyes getting moist as I thought of him lying alone in the cold grave, and my shear helplessness whimpered me.