Diptanshu

जिन्हें पता है.. बंधे रहना क्या है, वो रोकते नहीं.. जाने देते हैं!

The Final Closure 💔💔💔 I am a doctor. For nearly two decades, I have seen pain in many forms. I have seen families break, tears that never stop, and goodbyes that words can never heal. You think, after years in medicine, you become used to death. But some moments still leave a mark on your soul. Last year, a father called me. His wife had died suddenly in a road accident. They had seven-year-old twins a little boy and a little girl. His voice trembled as he said: “Doctor, I want my children to see their mother one last time. I need them to understand that she is gone. They keep asking me… When will Mummy come home? Can you make her look peaceful… like she’s sleeping?” It was an unusual request. In our culture, we often protect children from death. We tell them not to come near. We hide the pain, thinking it will shield them. But his plea stayed with me. For six hours, My Mortician friend prepared her. Not as a patient. Not as a body. But as a mother… who deserved one final, gentle goodbye from her children. When the father arrived with the twins, they walked in quietly, holding each other’s hands. They stood beside their mother. The little girl touched her hand and whispered, “Papa… Mummy is cold.” The father nodded, tears in his eyes. “Yes beta… because she has gone.” The little boy began to cry. “But she looks like she’s sleeping. Can’t we wake her up?” The father knelt down and said words no parent should ever have to say: “Sometimes death looks like sleep. But it is different. Her body has stopped working. She is not here anymore… but her love will always stay with us.” The little girl touched her mother’s hair. Her face. Her hands. As if she was memorising every detail. Then she asked softly: “Can we talk to her… even if she can’t hear us?” I nodded. And for the next forty minutes, those two children spoke to their mother. They told her about school. About their favourite stories. About how much they missed her. And then… they said goodbye. Two weeks later, the father called me again. His voice was calmer this time. He said: “Doctor… they are still sad. But they are no longer waiting at the door for her. They understand now. Seeing her… touching her… saying goodbye… gave them peace that words never could.” That day, I realised something profound. Children are not afraid of death. They are afraid of confusion. Of silence. Of not understanding why someone they love simply disappeared. Sometimes, closure is not in explanations. Sometimes, closure is in one last touch. One last conversation. One final darshan. In India, we believe in antim darshan; the sacred last glimpse of a loved one. Maybe it is not just a ritual. Maybe it is the heart’s way of accepting what the mind cannot. Sometimes healing begins… with a Goodbye. PS : Not my Story.

कई बार मिलने के बाद भी आख़िरी बार मिलना रह जाता है।

कितने कम होते जा रहे हैं ऐसे भी लोग जो बताना चाहते हों मन की कोई बात..... ~मंगलेश डबराल

जो तू ना था, करते थे हम बातें तेरी यादों से... महकी हुई मेरी सभी राहें तेरी यादों से..🎶

इक आग सी जज़्बों की दहकाये हुये रहना

Asthetics of Bihar Museum ✨ (From my lens)

दिल जिस चीज़ को हाँ कहता है, ज़ेहन उसी को कहता है ना

वक़्त के साथ जाना-पहचाना ट्विटर भी अजनबी (X) हो गया!

Ghayal>>Damini>>Jeet>>Ghatak>>Ziddi

रस्ता वही और मुसाफिर वही... एक तारा न जाने कहाँ छुप गया

कहाँ देखता है आँख के मंजर कोई काँधे भारी हैं सबके, और हम भी चल रहे हैं, सर अपना उठाए हुए

चाय से ही ठहराव है, चाय ही ठहराव है पार्थ!

ख़ंजर से हाथों पे लकीरें... कोई भला क्या लिख पाया

तेरे आने के खुशबू .. तेरे जाने का मंज़र

@dayra_56 Jo bhi ho adbhut nishana lagaya hai 😂

@Its_DSR Pakistani drone smje honge💁

😂😂

Jeev Rangla 💕

Ittu Dhoop mat pucho kittu Dhoop

@dayra_56 Always Chai.. Good night:)

@Its_DSR ... cigarate or bidi ? Achha sorry Gud night sir😒

इंसान जब अकेले रहता है भूल जाता है, लोगों से ढंग से पेश कैसे आना है... कहां न बोलना है, कहां जवाब देने हैं।

खोलूं जो बाहें, बस ग़म ये सिमट रहे हैं