a day shall not be forgotten

It rained today, since morning...

I send him off. I witnessed it. Clearly.


Today is the day he went off. A farewell. Could be regard as a black parade as well.

Let's mourn together with me.

He ripped him off; with ruthless metal tools.

Some of the sharp murdering tools.

It was a painful process.



He was bleeding the moment he made the first cut. The blood is everywhere on the floor.

Moments after, he waited for the undertaker arrival before he continues murdering him. The waiting moment is suffering for him and for me.


I accompanied him for the very last time. Staying beside him and flashing around. Thinking that this is the last time he stays here. There will be no more next time. There is no more future between us.


Soon after that, the undertakers came with coffin-style vehicle.


They measured his shoulder size and found out that it was too big to fit into the coffin. Therefore, he and the undertakers have to cut off his hands.


I helped them.



It was not an easy job. It is a time consuming task and it requires certain level of strength to get his hand off perfectly.

Taking off his black rubber is the hardest part. It seems like it has been ages since he changed his black rubber.




Finally, his hands are no longer attached to his body.

The next thing that had to be done is to chop his leg. Forcing him to be paralyzed. Disabled. Forcing him to apply for disability examination arrangement from Shamini as well. Not being to able to stand like a normal person.

I betrayed him.

Finally (and again), he is ready to be sent off. He is placed in the customized made coffin. Despite of his size, he could not fit into the coffin perfectly. Special placing in terms of angle is done.
And thankfully, he fitted in the coffin perfectly and nicely.

However, I am not sure if he is comfortable, lying on such lousy coffin.

The undertakers collected his hands together with his legs into the coffin as well. They bring the small parts along too.

Right before they left, one of the undertakers handed over pieces of papers to him.
He received it.

Everything is done. Nothing is left except his shadow and memories; and also the flashing I had with him.

He will never be here anymore.

His room is empty.

There will be no more banging voices of him anymore. It will be a complete silence from today onwards; forever.


Let's pray harder for his leaving, his farewell, his death.