Death is never fair.

This blog is not attempt at grooming my writing skills, as it usually is, but the intention is to vent out the sense of despair that I feel now. My mother called me up while in class, which is unusual. Sensing urgency, I stole out of the class and called her back. She had a shocking news to share. A relative of mine got killed in an accident today afternoon. He was just 36, a father of 2 children aged 10 and 6. I was genuinely surprised at the unfairness of death. No one knows what accounting standards God follows to record the life asset its depreciation. Some year, the depreciation accumulates to a value equal to the fair value of life and then its over. I don't approve this technique, but I don't have the option to sue! I grieved and then my thoughts returned to me, my selfish self. My mother takes care of my 1.5 yr old child while I am away in the new role of a student here. Siddhi, my daughter, stays with my grand mother, my aunt and a maid while my mom is away in office. She is very happy until 6 after which she needs one of us with her, me or my mom. The funeral is happening today and if my mom has to go, which she would and wait until it gets over, then it would be atleast 10PM in the evening before she comes back. I was concerned for my child. And that is unnecessary, I know, she has her father and everyone else with her. But apparently my baby getting restless for 3-4hrs in the evening until my mother gets back to her was more heart breaking to me than the thought of two children crying for their dead father. I felt shame. I felt pained. And I wanted to write. Back in class, I thought about his wife, a very beautiful woman who was dear to all of us, his lovely children and I hate the whole system of life and death. I know it is inevitable, it would come to all of us, some day or the other. But it is all so unfair!!!