Minutes after death

No qualms. No throes of passion. No bitterness. No sweetness either. No chaos. No hue and cry. I feel as if I am non-existent. I feel light. I ascend up and reach the upper strata. Then suddenly, I give a glance at my body. Yes, my body, which has carried me for twenty-six long years withstanding all weathers, all seasons. Here, it lies on the smooth grassy bed by the side of the road. A patch of blood spilled. I look at this body of "mine".

Oh my God! Again "mine".
Which body? The one that is to be taken to the crematorium in the morning to be given a high voltage electric current? Nothing remains thereafter- neither the body nor the bodily wants; leave aside the animal instinct.

To survive, yes- to survive by all means, was the prime motto of my body. Now, all of a sudden, I had to leave it after facing an accident. I loved my body. I adored it. Sometimes, I hated it though. But somehow or the other, I remained attached to it.

My family, my friends, my foes, my batch mates, my sweet heart--- will have their turn for mourning my untimely death. Some may mourn for a year, some for a month or two, some for a day; while some may find a discussion topic on the coffee table. There may be a few, who would be rather "smart" enough to exclaim with a shy - "Oh Jesus! Romi is dead! and then get back to their usual work.
So, all those dwelling will have a motto-"Survival".
(Along with "survival" comes other instincts as well)

Then, who can I call "mine"? What possessions have I got now? Okay! my weight is decreasing a lot. I am going up and can see my body lying there. But now, it looks cold, disfigured and innocent. But can not help it- I have to go.....