Gone Too Soon

 

To Mita Diran

My friend whom I long to, but have never met

I had known a little about the departed

But I heard that she was a young soul

Whenever her name was mentioned

The deepest grief dunked and sipped into my skin

Traveling through the most profound place in me

Through my blood cell

Then skips a beat on my heart

My vein convulses into bulge

It stays there at the right hand side of my brain

Where hers stayed and exploded that afternoon

I had known nothing about the deceased

But that Sunday afternoon

I needed to read the sign

The one that shook my nerve

The one that made my feet quavered 

I said, I wrote on my phone

That I wished I had a pen and paper with me

So I could dismissed the feeling that I encountered

So unusual

Yet, I was made to believe that sign

I had known nothing about her

But the loss is real and it is getting bigger each time her name was mentioned

It is like holding a message too long but never yet to be communicated

It is about souls alike that were parted in halve

and knowing they never returned

It is about everything that went too late

It is funny even for myself to think

that I mourn a lot for a person I have never met

We have never met

But I always feel like we were bounded

by words which are our armors

pen which is our best friend

even though, hers is stronger than mine

Dear friend, you have taught us

To scream loud whenever we are angry

To smile wide whenever we are happy

Laugh it our whenever we need to

Sob hard whenever we feel sad

Love most at the warmest embrace

We are learning to widen the dent of the spoon

So we can hold every taste in life

You teach us 

And we will carry your loving spirit forever

With gratitude and honor

I have never met Mita in person.  But I know who she was.  She was a preceding scriptwiter at an independent film club which I joined.  I felt like I was her passive successor.  I had not been very productive so were the kids who joined the club.  We had created a major disappointment.

But a while back, I came across her tumblr and social media account.  I can tell that she is a cool kid with personality.  I checked out her blog and her writing.  I wished to be like her.  I want to write for a living, just like she did.

This Sunday, 15th December 2013, Mita Diran passed away.  The cause was aneurysm, which was a medical term for vein explosion.  The one that happened inside her brain.  Triggered by over consumption of red bull and coffee to stay up for work.  She was a copywriter at Young and Rubycam. 

I feel like this is the right thing to do which is to pay tribute for her.  In a way that I can.

Eventhough it is unthinkable by many

You are loved by many, Mit :)