Sometimes, you are just so shocked by the suddenness of life. I was just invigilating a paper with her in the hall on Monday, and yesterday morning I entered into the staff room to be told the sad news that she had passed away due to complications at childbirth. Most of the older female teachers were red-eyed and some were openly sobbing, while I felt completely out of place, I was saddened, as anyone naturally would at a tragedy, but I had not been working there long enough for her to mean anything to me, on a personal level, it was akin to me reading about a plane crash in the papers. I couldn't empathise with the distraught person in the next cubicle. And it felt callous. So I fled to the library and locked myself up in the backroom.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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