Waiting to Get Embraced..

Enveloped by Nature in its form.

8/25/20252 min read

Waiting to Be Embraced by Nature

In India, when life comes to an end, cremation returns the body to the elements. The flames consume what once breathed, and when the fire fades, ashes and fragments of bone remain. On that day, loved ones gather the unburnt bones, place them gently in an urn, and carry them to a sacred river, where they are released into the flowing water.

I wonder — when our bodies burn, do the burdens we carry burn too? Does the pain we’ve held onto, the guilt we’ve never escaped, turn to smoke and disappear? I wish for the fire to take my guilt with it. But I pray the flames spare my love, so that it may follow me into another life — where I might meet her again.

The Quiet After the Paycheque

I earn far more now than I ever did, yet the desire to go to the office has all but faded. Salary day brings a brief flicker of joy, quickly followed by an emptiness — a question: What should I do with this?

I have no craving for travel, no taste for drinking, no longing for distraction. My world is small — only my mother and father. Sometimes, days pass without words between us — not from resentment, but because there is no common thread to speak of.

I keep my pain from them. I do not want them to carry what I bear each day.

The Motion That Soothes

At times, I think that when they are gone, I will be freed from the formalities of living. I long to be in constant motion, to break free from these invisible rituals of existence. But I know that freedom will always be out of reach — because I can feel my life quietly shortening.

The one solace I have is driving endlessly, letting the road stretch on until the questions in my mind fade. At night, I play something on my phone before sleep, as if the noise could guard me from my thoughts.

Her Presence in My Absence

She lingers in every decision. I think of her when I buy something for myself (she uses to do this for me when I was a freak), when I consider meeting her on her birthday, when I imagine small acts of kindness. Yet I erase these ideas, fearing they might wound her instead of bringing warmth.

Once, I even crossed a line, trying to find her location. I see now it was an intrusion into her privacy.

So, I wait — for the day I am finally embraced by this nature, for the moment the weight becomes light. I wish it would come soon, because this pain is no longer bearable.

And in the quiet, my mind hums an old song — Tu Hi Re. A melody that feels like a reflection of my own soul.