“The service is
so beautiful,” said Ari to her elder sister while they sat amongst a crowd of
mourners.
“Yes, it is. But
I would rather not have something like this for myself,” replied Prisha.
“Really! I have
already made up my mind what kind of funeral I want after I die,” uttered Ari.
“You will be
fine, kiddo,” smiled Prisha.
“Maybe. But even
if I survive this one, there are 90% chances of a relapse and that will
certainly kill me,” said Ari.
“Probably,” quiped Prisha and sighed, while Ari giggled. The siblings had chosen to fight cancer
with laughter.
“I want to make
a will of how I want my service to be,” said Ari and continued, “I have my
doubts about how you will do it otherwise.”
“I am so hurt by
your allegations,” Prisha dramatized.
“Oh yeah, then
tell me how would you bury me?” asked Ari.
“Bury, what
bury? I will burn your body and use the ashes as manure for the mango tree that
is in our back yard,” confessed Prisha.
“What? Can you
even use ash as manure? I mean, I don’t want you to kill our favourite tree,” objected Ari.
“I don’t know.
That’s what I would want you to do if I died tomorrow,” said Prisha.
But before Ari
could respond, everyone got up and slowly moved to pay their respects to the
family. Both sisters didn’t get a chance to talk until they were walking back
home. While Ari wanted a conventional funeral, Prisha wanted something similar
to a fun fair with people enjoying themselves and celebrating her life.
That year Ari fought cancer bravely while Prisha was there supporting her throughout. Two years later, Prisha died in a road accident. Ari buried her ashes under the mango tree while Prisha got a funeral where every colour except black and white were allowed.
Friends and family sang, danced, spoke praises of the young girl. And while they tried their best, in the end not a single eye was dry. Though her life was short, Prisha managed to leave a big mark on everyone’s life and set a trend for happy funerals.
Sunshine. Prisha was the sunshine in Ari’s life. And the younger sibling often found herself sitting under the mango tree and talking to it.
That year Ari fought cancer bravely while Prisha was there supporting her throughout. Two years later, Prisha died in a road accident. Ari buried her ashes under the mango tree while Prisha got a funeral where every colour except black and white were allowed.
Friends and family sang, danced, spoke praises of the young girl. And while they tried their best, in the end not a single eye was dry. Though her life was short, Prisha managed to leave a big mark on everyone’s life and set a trend for happy funerals.
Sunshine. Prisha was the sunshine in Ari’s life. And the younger sibling often found herself sitting under the mango tree and talking to it.
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