Passing of a friend

I went to Jag Mundhra’s funeral expecting grief. What I felt was a warmth.  Almost as if the warmth he exuded all his life exploded out and permeated the molecules of the air around us.  I met his wife, Chandra and through her tears her first words to me were ” What a history we have all had together. What incredible moments”.

Truly. Happy moments to be thankful of. Unforgettable moments shared that  gave life the joy it is supposed to have.

The laughter in times of sadness.

Almost as if the laughter continues through the passing away of a friend.

Its what friendships are meant for. To bind all the ups and downs in life into one idea of shared adventure.

Through life. And through death.

RIP Jag. And thank you for the laughter.

11 thoughts on “Passing of a friend

  1. Its your simple way of writing that makes this piece so much more real. I try writing that way myself. I’m twenty. I haven’t yet lost a friend to death. But i can read into the depth of emotions in this note. So i felt compelled to comment sir 🙂

  2. Shekhar-ji,
    You seem to be a wonderful friend that anyone ever could have!
    Jag might be gone physically, but he must have been there in the minds and hearts of the people who gathered there. That’s why you felt the warmth, I guess!

  3. Shekhar-ji,
    You seem to be a wonderful friend that anyone ever could have!
    Jag might be gone physically, but he must have been there in the minds and hearts of the people who gathered there. That’s why you felt the warmth, I guess!

    Namaste!

  4. Always enjoy reading your thought provoking, original, insightful, rock-bottom essence of life kind of remarks– be it on Twitter or blog, Shekhar. Keep going- more often than not we hope people wouldn’t but in your case, it is always a real value add.

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