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It has been such a long time since I posted anything here. Life has been so hectic and unpredictable during these years, that its difficult to fathom sometimes. All of us were carefree untill 2019 and then CoVid happened. Personally I'll call it a curse 'coz directly and indirectly it played a crucial role in me losing three of the most important members of my family.

The most important personal loss to me was the death of my mum which came as a sudden shocker.My mum was my best friend and my guide. Her loss shook me to the core specially since I had to undergo the trauma twice , the first time being the death of my elder sister in a brutal accident. I was the unfortunate witness to both the deaths.

And yet Life had to go on. As difficult it may seem, we need to move on. One thing that I have inherited from mum is her unshakeable resilence. I have the power over myself to choose to be vulnerable or strong. And I choose the later. I have to move on and take along with me mum's memories. These cherishable memories are something that I wish to pass on to my kids in the future. I'll end here but I wish to say- People are lucky if they have their family with them. Cherish each and every moment ( sounds superficial but its true) with them 'coz you never know when Life may take a brutal turn and you won't even have time to say a final goodbye or even a sorry....

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