THE SOURCE OF INSPIRATION IS NO MORE

That was the day on the bank of the river Ganga in the twilight of of the occasion of Deepaarathi (offering to the river goddess with light)! Baby sitting alone over the bank piercing at the light unknwoing about the dark world! The lion which can't be seen by everyone came to the baby with self persuation to just bless it to become a writer and that lion is none other than the Journalist, Columnist, Editor, Writer, Author, Novelist, Notion evoker... How shall i discribe him? Yes, it is none other than the Padma Vibhushan award winner, the author of great novel "train to Pakisthan" Mr. Kushwanth Singh, the inspiration for my writing. It is my greatest delight that, i was that baby, in the story which i told u, which happened almost 20 years ago. I challenge that, no other situation in my life time can give me such happiness though i didn't know the meaning of happiness and sadness at that time. How a baby can understand the meaning of a personality!!! But, now i am a matured adult and can understand and feel the implication of sadness and happiness. Since the heartrending news of my inspiration's death hit my ears..... no! my heart, I am feeling that, i should be a child till today, so that, i wouldn't have understood what is death. Now i know everything! the meaning of death, its inevitability and its act as a provider of freedom to every soul. Thousands of poems glorifying death echoes in my heart. But still it is tough to take an indigestable food into the heart. Stomach can digest, but heart can't. The baricade of emotions never allow to digest. But the reality is that, my inspiration is not there physically over the earth. But, it is in my heart till i live and leave and the output of this great personality through the means of writing will be immortal though lakhs of fans and followers like me pass away. My polight and mournful condolence to the immortal soul, who spent his complete 99 years of age to cultivate the culture and brought rich harwest in Indian Journalism with his brilliant spade of pen..........