The Lil' Girl Who Smiled Back...

With her hands outstreched as she held His, she smiled back...with laughter and bliss and love all around she is smiling and gleeming with joy...the tinkering of her trinkets and her laughter makes Him smile too... "its okay my child, you are free...you are safe...don't worry everything else will be fine soon...All you have to do is to be an angel and spread happiness around."

She joins the others in play. Dressed in white they all paint a serene picture....

I didn't know her...neither did i knew her name nor had i heard her voice...but she needed somebody who could help her...somebody of her kind...I had spoken to her Dad the day before and it was decided upon the next morning...

The next morning as i was to leave i messaged her dad saying that i would reach there by 10.As i was about to leave for it i got his message that read ," Thanks alot.I lost my baby...thanks for your gratitude." I went numb.I dint know what to do, what to say. My Dad asked me," lets push off. aren't we going?"

It dawned upon me that i was late. She had left before i could do anything... I couldn't help her...Maybe my share of blood would have stopped her from going...Or it may not have...
But i knew of a thing. She was now in the safest hands of GOD ....free from the pain that she had gone all along ...away from the suffering she couldn't bear...she had become a free soul now... now she could laugh and have a painless life...Rest in GOD's arms...nudge onto him to play with her...
...Now she has become a lil' fairy who would help GOD in lighting others' lives...

My friend reminded me of the Gladiator line," When Death smiles on us all we can do is to smile back."
..... The lil' girl had smiled back too.... :)

Comments

aativas said…

death is part of life... as you have experienced through this little kid... but it HURTS... if we all could constantly remember death while living, may be life on this planet would be much better...

i know it is not easy to forget this .... i wish you wil never forget this.... that will make you a more sensitive person...
thanks for sharing this

May 4, 2009 at 8:45 PM

Jason said…

I agree my friend(aativas)that death is the reality of life and nobody can deny it but tell me one thing why does one need to constantly remember death when it doesn't make you feel good about it. I respect your views and partly agree with what you say.

Look around us people, everyone is so lost with no happiness whatsoever. I urge all u guys to respect both death and life.

What are we propagating to our people?

Are we sensitive towards the world?

The answer is simple and blunt:
No.... No....No...

Solution is also simple:
We need to create positive conversations with a smile.

Call for action:

it's great to smile... we should do it more often! people are more attractive and welcome when they smile.. and people like you more when you smile... (well most..!)... so why not all smile?! find out more about the "[I Smile] coz' [U Smile]" - Conversation Project09 here: http://smileconversationproject09.blogspot.com/

May 5, 2009 at 6:07 PM

Geeta said…

i have seen someone dying.. somone very close nd i reelised just how close ta day she well.. i wanted t say so much to my gran.. but ya noe.. it dusnt happen tat way.. accept and move onn.. tazz how it is.. n i gess tazz why make beautiful memories.. tey sure help..

August 16, 2009 at 9:08 PM

tj said…

shit....i still cant digest the fact that this happened for real... :(
R.I.P. gal...

Ernest Becker once quoted "The irony of man's condition is that the deepest need is to be free of the anxiety of death and annihilation; but it is life itself which awakens it, and so we must shrink from being fully alive."

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