Dear TJ… by Vincy
The fourth one is Vincy.
Tejaswee- One who spreads light. I hope you realise you continue to live upto your name. That disarming smile of yours, pulled out from the very depths of your shining soul, still gleams brightly in our minds.
It’s been less than a month since you left us. You, who we came to know and love so early into our college lives, were taken away abruptly post a brief but intense battle with dengue. I believe everything happens for a reason but I’m not sure why this happened. Is it so that we cherish and imbibe those characteristics that made you so special? Your open and trusting nature (I remember how we bonded over that plantation drive by the end of which you declared me to be your new best friend and how we walked back to college, arm in arm), your compassion towards every creature on God’s earth alike; that childlike innocence coupled with your unabashed arguments.
Is it so that we work towards those causes that you felt so strongly for? Like the rights of disadvantaged groups, stray animals and of course, the endangered Olive Ridley turtles. Is it so that we learn to relish the simple things of life like doodling during classes, doing cuckoo rain jigs, being…weird, in general and really living each moment in its entirety? All this? Or is there more than I can think as of now?
Hope you know you’ve touched many more lives since you’ve physically passed away. Your blog, I.M.A.O, (which you refused to reveal while you were with us) has made quite an impact on all of us including so many people who never got the pleasure of knowing you before. The blogosphere is buzzing about you. Heard you even got a shout-out on a radio channel. When I read your post ‘Dear…daughter’ soon after especially touched me.
“I dream big, and I watch my dreams fall. Right now, I have the strength to rise.”
Believe it or not, reading this post made me feel stronger, more determined to live my dreams as well.
P.S: Sorry you had to see all those tears and all man. I know you wouldn’t have liked it but hey, you can’t really blame us, can you?