I have done many errors in my life and many more to others’. Hundred errors have rectified my soul and thousand wrongs have sanctified my heart.
In the recent past, a little over a solar month, I couldn’t even find a lame chance to bid adieu to Suborna, my student, who committed suicide for no cause known to me as yet. I taught her together with her brother for four long years.
I am becoming a stupid goliath of knowledge, as hard and rich as basalt, but whoever or whatever comes to my knowledge remains fossilized for ever. I always knew she would love to be unlike others. However, her tremendous aspiration for terminating her life was always hidden from eyes.
Before her death, I wrote an error on my fate. I talked many things about death, with her brother, one fine evening, and read out aloud a beautiful story about death.
Misleading conception or misconception can only give knowledge. Sitting in the heap of darkness, when my motherboard is still in coma and I’m keeping my blogging mania alive through another’s computer, I feel a pull to write about Suborna, who had done errors and to whom I had left many more.
And one of the errors was... I forgot to bid her goodbye.