Of late life have been about goodbyes. Untimely mostly. Was speaking to a friend fighting stage 4 carcinoma.She said she is practicing detachment, so she does not 'Feel'! Looking at my plants over my coffee on a rain splattered mid morning, I remembered Lipi's plants. Looking green and beautiful in the Bangalore rains while she wilted. Life goes on, people move on and like some say grief is a clinical catharsis. That has a time span. But the void? Who fills that? When I think, I realize Inam not afraid to go! But I am afraid to lose! Live with void. Live with memories. Live on...... Come September,and I turn into Brooding Budhdha! Or is it Budhdhi?