My battle against the death......

It stills wets my eyes and drag me to misery when I reminisce over the incident that had happened in 2006, when I was only class six.  It was indeed a bitter part of my life which I had never expected. You all might be wondering what could have happened to me and also some of you might be eager to know the incident. I would rather call that incident" My battle against the death"

When I was in class six at Shingkhar Primary School, I fell seriously ill beyond my tolerance. I had had a very tough time undergoing the serious illness. I thought my life was coming to a full stop because the pain was unendurable for me. Moreover, I could see my condition  worsening day by day and hope of my recovery was at the least. Though I was not in total  consciousness because of the pain, I could hear my family and relatives weeping around me. At the most I could hear the crying of my mom. Hearing them crying, tears welled down my cheeks naturally out of emotion. But I was too frail to utter them all a single consoling word. I just kept sobbing and praying for my lords to save my life.

Not only could I hear the noises of those people who had come to see me but also the sounds of religious instruments. I could see a few laymen performing rituals sitting around me. Seeing them saying prayers for my recovery, a little bit of hope of recovery had developed within me as I thought that the gods would hear their prayers and my prayers and save me from leaving the world. My family and villagers had done every possible thing to save my life. Even my teachers and few of my mates had visited me and told me that my school family had also conducted long prayers upon hearing that I was on the journey to death. Hearing those honey words made me tearful thinking how loving and caring are my mates and teachers! So I thought I was both fortunate and unfortunate person. Fortunate to have affectionate family, helping villagers and loving teachers and mates. But unfortunate for having fallen a prey to the death among millions and millions of people. But luckily I was saved from being trapped by the death.

So, like me, everyone must have fought the war with the death. If not, don't worry. You will have your own share. Albeit we win sometimes over the death, but one day we are certainly going to defeat. For the  death is the greatest enemy for us. Though our armed forces battle for our country but no one can battle against the death. The only preparation we can do to fight against it  is by being a good human being. Always remember that death is either ahead of us or behind us. It may at anytime pull us with it or pull back with it. No matter whether we are being pulled back or front, we can't escape from it. No matter how we are or what we have or what post we hold, death is unbiased. So fear the death and always do good deeds.If all of us do good things then our society, nation and the world will automatically become a harmonious place to live in and we  won't need a  separate paradise.


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