Last night I was thinking the same thing...smtimes we want to talk to anyone but then we think what will change if we do ? We will just bother them they won't even care bout it. Things like this come in my mind 🙂
I have a friend who once felt deeply concerned for the same reason—being unable to shed even a single tear after experiencing something as profound as the death of a relative. I believe your post and perspective will surely bring him some comfort and reassurance.
Regarding the article, I believe writing about death—especially without relying on metaphors—can be relatively straightforward, but keeping someone engaged from start to finish is far more challenging (though I could be wrong). The way you've explored the details—the flow, the progression, and the depth—is truly extraordinary. Your talent for writing is remarkable, and it shines through. Thank you for sharing! ❤️✨
No one has ever appreciated my writing style in such a profound way. Yes! Do share it with your friend. ☺️ Yes! Making the post engaging is quite challenging but it all depends on the intent. If you are truly writing from your heart, your writing automatically becomes a reflection of yourself and the readers can enjoy and engage with your post perfectly!! Once again, thankyou so much for reading this. Your comment means a lot to me!! Will cherish this forever. ♥️🥹
gods Ritwik I loved this so much! I think we're quite similar in the way we think, I also obsess over death most of the time and imagine what would happen when I die, and I also have the thing where I go numb or don't really feel death
but you're really better than me because I always say I want to die before everyone else does so I don't have to feel sad, and you want the opposite, for others to not feel sad! this was such a sensitive, thoughtful, kind and lovely piece by you! 💗
i'm so happy you finally released this post, i know it's been a long time in the making (yes i shamelessly stalk you and?) i love reflection on death, as you may well know, and i found yours to be very profound. I remember that when i died my mom had to post something on my Instagram to say i was in the ICU in a coma because i was very active on youtube and bookstagram at the time. everyone was sending 'rip' messages and acting all worried but when i came to, there was no one to send me the classes i missed in uni, shows you who's the real people in the end doesn't it?
We all shamelessly stalk everyone and even I stalk you too on here. 😂😂😂
Yes death is like that. It’s like a black mirror for me. We tend to know who are the real ones because when someone dies everyone just becomes sad but who knows, are they lying? (A little shoutout for melt previous post.😅♥️)
And yes, I’m sorry but those classmates of yours were really not the real ones. 😅
My goodness! This is one of the best posts from you I have ever read. The way you penned down your thoughts about the probable causes of your death blew me off my feet. It is amazing!! Usually when we talk about death, people call us pessimistic. And we both know what happens in Indian families😅
We all will die someday, so there is no point trying to hide that conversation.
What if? Good to get thoughts written down. Did this experience help? I read your wandering mind bending and thought you got too much time on your hands . I do think the mind darkens on days. After I write notes like this; I’d burn it. And pretend it was my last moment expressed. What did I say?
Then I would go for a walk Play a song in my head, sing with the birds. Pat the cat or dog, love my self and others and return to my humble home after treating myself to an ice cream cone and write the opposite “What if I woke up today” to smell sunshine roasting marshmallows golden brown to place on top of my hot chocolate that I made. I see a new start to my day. You can take the rest anyway you want. Express yourself. Someone like me will bear your thoughts to the end.
Woww!! You've penned down my 3Am thoughts exactly as it is. Even I've too written something similar to this piece " To die as an Art" who I wish my death should be; and it's completely normal, we all often contemplate with our own fleeting thougts and "Death" is one of it.
Last night I was thinking the same thing...smtimes we want to talk to anyone but then we think what will change if we do ? We will just bother them they won't even care bout it. Things like this come in my mind 🙂
Quite true!
Thanks for reading 😊♥️
I have a friend who once felt deeply concerned for the same reason—being unable to shed even a single tear after experiencing something as profound as the death of a relative. I believe your post and perspective will surely bring him some comfort and reassurance.
Regarding the article, I believe writing about death—especially without relying on metaphors—can be relatively straightforward, but keeping someone engaged from start to finish is far more challenging (though I could be wrong). The way you've explored the details—the flow, the progression, and the depth—is truly extraordinary. Your talent for writing is remarkable, and it shines through. Thank you for sharing! ❤️✨
Oh thankyou so much Harsh!! I’m flattered. 🥹♥️
No one has ever appreciated my writing style in such a profound way. Yes! Do share it with your friend. ☺️ Yes! Making the post engaging is quite challenging but it all depends on the intent. If you are truly writing from your heart, your writing automatically becomes a reflection of yourself and the readers can enjoy and engage with your post perfectly!! Once again, thankyou so much for reading this. Your comment means a lot to me!! Will cherish this forever. ♥️🥹
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Wow this was was written beautifully 😍
Thankyou so much Arathy♥️🥹
gods Ritwik I loved this so much! I think we're quite similar in the way we think, I also obsess over death most of the time and imagine what would happen when I die, and I also have the thing where I go numb or don't really feel death
but you're really better than me because I always say I want to die before everyone else does so I don't have to feel sad, and you want the opposite, for others to not feel sad! this was such a sensitive, thoughtful, kind and lovely piece by you! 💗
Oh! I can feel that!♥️
Dying before everyone also means that we won’t be able to mourn for others which is also good in a way. ♥️😊
Thankyou for reading ♥️♥️
i'm so happy you finally released this post, i know it's been a long time in the making (yes i shamelessly stalk you and?) i love reflection on death, as you may well know, and i found yours to be very profound. I remember that when i died my mom had to post something on my Instagram to say i was in the ICU in a coma because i was very active on youtube and bookstagram at the time. everyone was sending 'rip' messages and acting all worried but when i came to, there was no one to send me the classes i missed in uni, shows you who's the real people in the end doesn't it?
Oh Luciana!!
We all shamelessly stalk everyone and even I stalk you too on here. 😂😂😂
Yes death is like that. It’s like a black mirror for me. We tend to know who are the real ones because when someone dies everyone just becomes sad but who knows, are they lying? (A little shoutout for melt previous post.😅♥️)
And yes, I’m sorry but those classmates of yours were really not the real ones. 😅
Thankyou for reading as always. ♥️♥️
My goodness! This is one of the best posts from you I have ever read. The way you penned down your thoughts about the probable causes of your death blew me off my feet. It is amazing!! Usually when we talk about death, people call us pessimistic. And we both know what happens in Indian families😅
We all will die someday, so there is no point trying to hide that conversation.
Good job, Ritwik!🥹❤️
So true!! Dying is such ‘No No’ in indian families. 😂😂
Thanks for reading ♥️🥹
What if? Good to get thoughts written down. Did this experience help? I read your wandering mind bending and thought you got too much time on your hands . I do think the mind darkens on days. After I write notes like this; I’d burn it. And pretend it was my last moment expressed. What did I say?
Then I would go for a walk Play a song in my head, sing with the birds. Pat the cat or dog, love my self and others and return to my humble home after treating myself to an ice cream cone and write the opposite “What if I woke up today” to smell sunshine roasting marshmallows golden brown to place on top of my hot chocolate that I made. I see a new start to my day. You can take the rest anyway you want. Express yourself. Someone like me will bear your thoughts to the end.
You always write such thoughtful comments Richard.
Thanks ♥️
Means a lot!!🥹
Midnight madness mind movements. Thanks. Be kind to yourself.
Woww!! You've penned down my 3Am thoughts exactly as it is. Even I've too written something similar to this piece " To die as an Art" who I wish my death should be; and it's completely normal, we all often contemplate with our own fleeting thougts and "Death" is one of it.
It was really a great read.
Thankyou for reading Kriti!!
Glad you liked it and it made you feel heard. ♥️☺️