Sixty four months
and another birthday looming…Should one continue to mark the birthday of a dead
loved one? Why does the day still hold the power to bring you to your knees?
I
remember the first time I met Shekhar…it was a strange happenstance. A lift
that would not stop. Trapped by fate in close quarters with no choice but to
acknowledge each other. There were no fireworks, just embarrassed laughter.
There was no meaning, no significance. It was only after a few meetings that
the why became apparent. Life had brought us to a place and awareness where we
recognized each other as souls that had travelled together before and were meant
to travel together again through another lifetime. A soul mate? That is just a
term we use…I am sure there are many in each journey. Families of souls have
been said to travel together. Some are bound to us by blood, some by
circumstance but it is the ones that we recognize that make the journey worthwhile.
Strangers at first, the connection that arcs beyond what can be explained by
mere contact is a spiritual experience that defies logic and rationale. It
happens with that person with whom the conversation assumes a depth of previous
knowing, the one who responds to your unasked questions, touches the core of
your very being and understands your unexpressed dreams, needs and fears…
On
my birthday that year, Shekhar spent more than half his salary to ensure that
we celebrated in a way neither of us would forget. It was a tradition he
carried through our time together…birthdays did not mean a day…they meant
anticipation, build up, a crescendo and then as he loved to say when the day
was done, “It’s still your birthday somewhere in the world.”
The
boys have carried the tradition forward for me and expect the same level of
celebration for their own. We relive Shekhar’s dictum by making it seem like
the day will never end. It is Shekhar’s birthday that poses a problem…
expressing religious gratitude for giving him to us is par for the course now. But
each passing year makes me wonder at the cosmic joke played on me by a God with
an unfathomable sense of humour…what do I do with a day that makes me both
jubilant and wrenches my soul? A day, I wish, the calendar would skip…
I
have been told that at the level of consciousness there is no beginning or end,
the soul’s journey is a continuum of shedding one body and donning another in
an effort to evolve. We choose our lessons for each lifetime as we enter the
world…then we forget what we have chosen the moment we are born so that life
can be explored anew. We leave when we have learnt the lessons we came to this
world for…time remains a human construct, the day of our birth into one life
just a milestone in our eternal journey…I envy the fact that Shekhar’s lessons
were done before mine. His birthday is a grim reminder that at the level of my
soul, I chose to be here without him…to learn and grow through grieving for
him. Although that begs the question – why, I now understand that this parting
is just a separation in this physical plane…I obviously have many more lessons
to learn but there is a certain peace in knowing that he still travels with me.
Happy
Birthday, my angel!
***
It is the
secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a
little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign
themselves dead, and endure mock funerals… and there they stand looking out of
the window, sound and well, in some strange new disguise.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
*
The sun is breaking in your eyes
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive
With a touch of your grace.
Shadows fade into the light.
I am by your side,
Where love will find you.
From the lyrics of “What about now?” by Daughtry
To start a new day.
This broken heart can still survive
With a touch of your grace.
Shadows fade into the light.
I am by your side,
Where love will find you.
From the lyrics of “What about now?” by Daughtry
