A coffin left the gate in the morning. A cradle entered in in the evening.
It was a dozen years ago when I first met the elderly man who came to stay in our apartments along with his wife. He was very soft spoken and smiled at me when ever he went for a walk. For the past two years, he rarely came out of the house and used to watch life from his second floor balcony, atop mine. He became very reclusive off late and hardly spoke to anyone. On Tuesday evening, he came from the balcony to the ‘living room’, rubbed Vicks on his chest, and sat in front of the TV. He slowly collapsed on the sofa, and died in the ‘living room’. The sun set in his life literally at sunset time.
He left for his last journey yesterday morning, and a young one started on life’s adventurous journey in the evening. The lady opposite our flat entered the apartment complex with a young bundle of joy.
Rare to see life and death at such close quarters on the same day!