Threads of Life

Does every cloud has a silver lining?I do not know what happens before birth or after death, but in my raw emotions, I was bitter. As I stood gazing at the dark sky, a cold breeze blew through my spine, and the fading hues of sunlight left a hint of unease on my face. Though it has been a few months since my granny passed away, it still feels like yesterday,probably because she was closest to me.
As a child, she would point to some unknown star and say that we come from them and return to them after death—that is our final home. I did not quite understand what she meant, but her words made me feel like pixie dust, and I would search for some unknown dream home in the sky.
Though she suffered from a chronic ailment for a very long time, she remained calm. She seemed free from the fear of death, as if preparing slowly and gracefully for her final abode. Like a sun-kissed honeydew, her face would be dipped in peace and joy. I had spent most of my childhood days with her. Her room would always smell of freshly cooked food, talcum powder, jasmine oil, and would buzz with old folk music. Music had been an integral part of our lives.
But slowly, it was replaced by the smell of antiseptic and the glow of monitoring screens. At times she would recognize the guests, and at times she would not, but she greeted everyone with a broadened smile or a tight hug. Her body shrank, and the oversized robes wrapped around her thin skin that layered her bones. With every passing day, she could hardly walk or move at all, but her sparkling eyes and radiant smile would overshadow the sickness of her body.
The dark circles under my eyes have now started becoming prominent, my lips have darkened, and my hair has thinned,as if some unknown fear and loneliness are engulfing me in their dark veil. My therapist confirmed I showed signs of improvement, as doctors often offer words of encouragement to boost one’s spirit. But can flowers bloom when the roots have rotted?