When the real seems increasingly unreal; how do I feel a sense of loss? It seems to come from within me- deep within. Like a part of me has got lost somewhere, never to come back, for sure. Some of my associations with this world have suddenly been snapped, fragments lie dislocated.
Inevitably, a sense of regret creeps in, every now and then. Sometimes I give in and sometimes rightfully fight it. Shortly after, happy memories come flooding in- moments so real, that I relive them. As I look around, objects start talking to me; silent conversations with her abandoned possessions seem to be the most comforting.
Yes, she is not at home. She could have gone out for a while; maybe to the Gurudwara or the street outside. But surely to never come back. At the end of the day I am filled with a great sense of love and respect. And the loss is always OURS.
