She lays peacefully just like the rest of our loved ones who have left for that unworldly place. She was only an acquaintance since I met her on just a few occasions. But her happiness was so contagious that the thought of her is like a ray of light that peaks through my room in its darkest. The last time I saw her, she was in a state which defies my definition of death. She was asleep as if in a dream where she had finally found serenity. She did.
Ironically, there is a glint of hope even when there seems to be none. Those who remain are reminded that life is too fragile to be taken for granted. As heard from many wise men, live life with meaning.