इरफान खान को याद कर भावुक हुईं पत्नी सुतापा, शेयर किया इमोशनल पोस्ट

इरफान खान की पत्नी सुतापा एक्टर की याद में इमोशनल पोस्ट शेयर करती रहती हैं. अब हाल ही में उन्होंने इरफान की कब्र की फोटो शेयर करते हुए एक विधवा का दर्द बताने की कोशिश की है.

मुंबई : बॉलीवुड के दिवंगत एक्टर इरफान खान को गुजरे 5 महीने से ज्यादा का वक्त बीच चुका है. लेकिन इस बीच उनकी पत्नी सुतापा और उनके बच्चे उन्हें सोशल मीडिया के जरिए याद करते रहते हैं.

एक्टर की पत्नी सुतापा ने उनकी याद में एक इमोशनल पोस्ट शेयर करती रहती हैं.

अब हाल ही में उन्होंने इरफान की कब्र की फोटो शेयर करते हुए एक विधवा का दर्द बताने की कोशिश की है.

उन्होंने लिखा, 'मैं आपको कुछ बताऊंगी : हर रोज

लोग मर रहे हैं और यह सिर्फ शुरुआत है.

हर दिन, श्मशानों में, नई विधवाओं का जन्म होता है,

नए अनाथ, वे हाथ जोड़कर बैठ हुए हैं,

इस नए जीवन के बारे में फैसला करने की कोशिश करते हैं.

फिर वे कब्रिस्तान में होते हैं उनमें से कुछ पहली बार

वे रोने से डरते हैं,

कोई उन्हें सहारा देकर यह बताता है कि आगे क्या करना है,

जिसका मतलब हो सकता है कुछ शब्द कहना,

फिर खुली कब्र में मिट्टी फेंकना.

और उसके बाद सब घर चले जाते हैं,

जहां कई लोग होते हैं.

विधवा, काउच पर बैठी होती है

लोग कभी उसका हाथ थामते हैं, कभी गले लगाते हैं

वह हर एक से कहने के लिए कुछ खोजती है.

उन्हें आने के लिए धन्यवाद देती है.

दिल से वह चाहती हैं कि सभी चले जाएं.

वह वापस कब्र पर जाना चाहती हैं,वापस उसकी बीमारी में वाले कमरे में, अस्पताल में

वो जानती है यह संभव नहीं है,

लेकिन यह उसकी एकमात्र आशा है, पीछे जाने की इच्छा है

और बस थोड़ा सा नहीं, न शादी तक बल्कि पहले किस तक.

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  I'll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that's just the beginning. Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born, new orphans. They sit with their hands folded, trying to decide about this new life. Then they're in the cemetery, some of them for the first time. They're frightened of crying, sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over, tells them what to do next, which might mean saying a few words, sometimes throwing dirt in the open grave. And after that, everyone goes back to the house, which is suddenly full of visitors. The widow sits on the couch, very stately, so people line up to approach her, sometimes take her hand, sometimes embrace her. She finds something to say to everbody, thanks them, thanks them for coming. In her heart, she wants them to go away. She wants to be back in the cemetery, back in the sickroom, the hospital. She knows it isn't possible. But it's her only hope, the wish to move backward. And just a little, not so far as the marriage, the first kiss. by #Louise Gluck#Nobelprize#celebratinglifeand death

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  I'll tell you something: every day people are dying. And that's just the beginning. Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born, new orphans. They sit with their hands folded, trying to decide about this new life. Then they're in the cemetery, some of them for the first time. They're frightened of crying, sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over, tells them what to do next, which might mean saying a few words, sometimes throwing dirt in the open grave. And after that, everyone goes back to the house, which is suddenly full of visitors. The widow sits on the couch, very stately, so people line up to approach her, sometimes take her hand, sometimes embrace her. She finds something to say to everbody, thanks them, thanks them for coming. In her heart, she wants them to go away. She wants to be back in the cemetery, back in the sickroom, the hospital. She knows it isn't possible. But it's her only hope, the wish to move backward. And just a little, not so far as the marriage, the first kiss. by #Louise Gluck#Nobelprize#celebratinglifeand death

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  “When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant, but when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and Strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.” - Tarkovsky . Here’s to watching ‘Stalker’ with you for my first film essay three years ago, I’m watching ‘Stalker’ now for the last dissertation. I pause the film from time to time, just like you did with me, to take it all in, you were teaching me then, now I teach myself. Here’s to you, who never hardened, here’s to your forgiving, sensitive soul.

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  “When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it’s tender and pliant, but when it’s dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and Strength are death’s companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.” - Tarkovsky . Here’s to watching ‘Stalker’ with you for my first film essay three years ago, I’m watching ‘Stalker’ now for the last dissertation. I pause the film from time to time, just like you did with me, to take it all in, you were teaching me then, now I teach myself. Here’s to you, who never hardened, here’s to your forgiving, sensitive soul.

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