Cocoma

Today I passed by the same road again, I called out Cocoma gently under my breath. I am not someone who feels sadness maybe because I have outgrown feeling sad a long time ago. To be all life ends, new life brings me no difference. Yet I always call out to her everytime I pass by where I buried her. Opposite Saket, the ground is now a garden. I will visit it this weekend if I can. Somewhere beneath that surface is a pile of bones of my Cocoma and a picture of me that I left with her body like I was burying an Egyptian royal queen. She was too.  My darling princess. 

My Cocoma. 

I am sure your soul may have been born as another dog. Someone is either going to be suicidal about you or madly in love with you. There can only be two ways, you were my daughter after all.

I love you girl.

14 years, 2 months, 6 days since 11:55 AM on 18th November 2011.