Threshold

She knew this day would come and sooner or later she had to face it. She had dwelt on the subject of death,afterlife once too often. She had once before seen the scenes when a lifeless object( yes, that's what you become, dont you? when you stop breathing) is brought home. People screaming, crying, cursing god to have taken their loved ones away from them. At those times, she had thought how horrible those scenes were and had shuddered at the thought of ever being in their place.
But nothing had prepared her for this. She saw the cadaver brought in and kept in the verandah. She stared at the closed eyes, half open mouth, dry lips and lifeless hands that lay outstretched. She didnt feel a thing. She even wondered why she didnt feel anything. She tried to make a conscious effort to feel something. Nope.. Nothing.. There were no tears rolling down her cheeks, no questions asked, no explanations demanded, no fingers pointed. She felt something is terribly wrong with her, as if she was incapable of emotion, incapable of thought, as if she was lying right next to him ready to taken along with him to the other side of the world. She left she was in the same state as he was.. he couldnt feel anything.. no pain.. no emotion..
People around her made an effort to talk. Strangely she responded that too normally as if nothing has happened.. As if everything was as it was before. As if this is some dark dream from which she would wake up to a beautiful sunny morning to find that everything is just what it should be like
What people didnt realize was that even she was standing on the same threshold as he was... Nobody saw that.. Nobody made an effort to understand that.. Nobody bothered...