out of town.

When someone goes away from you, the tragedy is not that you'll never see them again. It is not the fact that you'll never be with them again, that you'll never hear them speak, never listen to their sardonic words of wisdom or feel the brunt of their sharp tongue. The worst part is that it feels that the world has just stopped turning, like time has stopped, like things could never get better- and yet, you have to keep a straight face, keep saying all those cliches, answer those questions that keep coming up, like a pesky fly. Yeah it was pretty bad. No we never expected it. Arey I'm telling you na, she was fine in the morning-better than she had been for weeks. Over and over again. And its like someone else is saying all this, someone else walking the halls, someone else laughing at those stupid jokes people keep telling to cheer someone up. It couldn't possibly be you, *how* could it be you. It couldn't, could it?

Because you were the one who stopped functioning when you saw that woman who couldn't cross that road. When you saw that red shiny toy car in that shop window. When you found your hair was dry and wanted to oil it. When you found that one of your friends has incredibly soft hands. When you saw a picture of a nath on the net. When your mom smiled and you suddenly noticed where she got her features from.

Life goes on, even when it feels that Your world just ended. That's the tragedy.