The final journey
It’s alright; the pain is less now as I draw near the end. I no longer need morphine, just my view of the Manikarnika Ghat from the guest house where I’m spending my last few days.
I have had a happy life. Not without hardship, of course – which of us can escape that? – but I have been fortunate. My parents chose me a good husband who provided well for me, and I obeyed him and brought him joy. We had seven children together, and five of them survived childhood. I have had the delight of nine grandchildren.
Smoke is rising from the ghat, and orange flames; another soul is destined for salvation. Soon that will be my shell, burning there.
I will know no more of this glorious world, with its sounds, and its scents; its touching and its tasting; its love.
I am content. I have had my share.