Gone to soon, by Michael Jackson
Like a comet
Blazing 'cross the evening sky
Gone too soon
Like a rainbow
Fading in the twinkling of an eye
Gone too soon
Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright
Here one day
Gone one night
Like the loss of sunlight
On a cloudy afternoon
Gone too soon
Like a castle
Built upon a sandy beach
Gone too soon
Like a perfect flower
That is just beyond your reach
Gone too soon
Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight
Here one day
Gone one night
Like a sunset
Dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
Hello SoSYs..
Will just to read all the comments if the network supports me..
Came to know from my fellow Musketeers that it has been decided to name our couple's first daughter as Maanvi..
I am extremely happy with this decision.. This is the best tribute for our golden girl.. she is going to be with us in this never ending journey.. We need to wait 9 months to hug, kiss and adore her..But her rebirth journey will be very exciting.
I want our couple to enjoy each and every second of Nivi's birth journey.. Dude n II, she will be the best gift to you..
Daughter like her will be one in million..
Yesterday I had this thought in my mind but didn't had the courage to propose it..
Even though Ranjan n Savvy are fictional characters but they are very much real to us. We can wait for Jr Savvy...
Sorry Ranjan 😔, you need to wait for Savvy...
I am very thankful to my buddies for showing extreme courage in this difficult situation and holding everyone together..
Nouf, Nammu, Shilpa, SR, Ashu, Dristi, Vibhu, Envee, Pritee, Modernfamily, Sush, Choti, Vani, Sri, Jyo, Bro..
Asma
Shev Di, Anu, Swati, Div, Harshey..
All others with whom I don't interact much...
Sorry if I missed any names..
And last but not the least our life line NISHA...
Kudos to you guys...
Can't wait to hold Choti Niv in my hands...
Originally posted by: Nisha0604
Hers has got to be the most horrific most untimely passing of all. I have not met a more positive, kind, cheerful person. When the politics on the page was putting me through the wringer, she always said "Nisha I just want to cheer you up, here is what I found for you on the web" A beautiful quote, a song, a poem... EVERY EVENING
Day after day poetry after poetry. Every evening between 6 and 7 PM Mountain I would be on a treadmill and would see the peacock leaf load when I hit refresh... it would be a nice juicy looong review in impeccable EnglishI remember innumerable things about herHow tough the last semester was, what she cooked for her in laws, and how she got her gora roomies to read this tale, how a new tennant moved into her parents basement.Star student, gorgeous looking, such refined nature, so much maturity, so much kindness, so fun loving... taking things so easily in her strideNever getting bogged down.SO UTTERLY CARING... young girls put their parents through the blender when they get married, by being selfish and mean and greedyHere she was, wanting a simple wedding but a traditional one.Staying up to talk to Sahil and not even being upset when he cut off after five minutes of SkypeI was hoping to tease the heck out of her after she returned from honeymoonHer second last email to me was again A POEM about how she scaled a mountain of food her Mom put in front of her, she joked about how cleaning her plate is such an achievementMaybe the last meal she even ate at home?ðŸ˜All I need is... for someone to be kind to me and and talk nicely, I can give them everything. Somehow she knew that early on... even if she hated some chapters, she always comes back with a rocking reviewI look forward to seeing her every evening like she is my very own.I am unable to talk about her in past tense... I wont... any time soonI am not sure WHAT lesson I am expected to learn from this. I thought I was done learningðŸ˜A daughter like Maanvi is born to one in a million parents. I wont say after penance or tapasya, coz I know all that is sheer BS if prayers work she would have been saved. She is a gem in every sense of the wordHow she sat on the "sunny side" on the steps so Manit could sit in the shade while her parents commuted from work. How she loved to cook, the things that kept her up at night, her courage and conviction and maturity in being able to work with cancer patients for her Grad school thesisOne of the many days I teased the "dulhan" she told me... "I am so tired, my stomach muscles literally hurt Nisha... I cannot laugh anymore...She had sent me her engagement picture, I went back to my PM and looked it up and saw what she would look like with laugh tears filling up her eyes, and her face flushed and breathlessI cannot imagine that fragile young kid suffer so much pain. She probably BELIEVED she was going to be cured, I dont know of a different Maanvi. Her last email said "Between the sounds of drip and the echoes of beeps from the various monitors hooked to me, I wrote this for you"I have done NOTHING extraordinary in my life. I didnt obtain two Masters at 24, I didnt write poetry,Its just another immigrant's life... struggling to bridge gaps between India and here and hoping for a routine lifeI recognized a tremendous energy, zest for life and warmth in her. I DONT know why... I was able to see it in her.I cannot explain it... I dont think I am good with words, ya those two words pretty much sum her up.I responded to her engagement picture by saying"Tumhe meri taraf se DHER saari badhai aur shubh kaamnayen, sada khush raho, aur tumhe woh saari khushiyan miley jo tum deserve karti ho, aur Mummy Papa ko bhi shehnai ki dher saari badhai"She said to me "Even in your thoughts why do u sound so sincere Nisha?""I just see it in you, its like reflection in a pool" I told herI am totally unprepared to handle this grief... I stayed up the first three nights in a row when I heard it.I had invested way more than just writing this story... its no longer about the story... it quit being about the story... 6 months agoI am weak, insecure, and irrational, I have no courage to deal with pain. I will still hope to see her when I return home and go to the Y at 6.ðŸ˜
Originally posted by: Nisha0604
II's first born shall be named Maanvi, and Sam will call her Nivi.
I am not wealthy, I have nothing to my name, except credit card bills and car loans...I cannot designate a research wing at NYU or dedicate a poetry library... the only way I can make her live on forever is to have her be here forever.I am weak, powerless and little... life reminds me every now and then as if I forgot
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