The Human Junkyard

Things seem a long time back....maybe thats because time isnt as fast as it used to be then.....I could never think of spending so much time in contemplation back then...when my time was so valuable to me that i named a price for anyone who wanted a share of it....there were a lot of takers too...Today I saw her walking with someone else ....by the treelined avenue that she very much loved but where i never cared to share a walk with her...I am too wise to be jealous now so i admit he looked far more handsome and younger than me...she looked blooming too and the pink in her cheeks showed that she was happy....atlast!!not that i am depressed...she herself told me once that if i left her she would find a better guy in two months.....she wasnt the sensitive sort....i loved her the more for this practical way of thought,she never cared too much for anything.....but there were times when i wished she cared a bit more for me!! it was five years before,during one of the rare occasions when i did walk with her,that we crossed this place ...i didnt know what it was then....i threw the empty popcorn box into the seemingle abandoned space...she asked me if i knew what place lay beyond the rusty gates....it was a graveyard......being at the peak of arrogance then i replied in my characteristic way that there wasnt a better place to throw waste in because this was a human junkyard......just a patch of fertile soil where generations have blended into the dirt. she said with a slight shudder " you should atleast respect the dead... they will turn in their graves if they hear you calling them junk". i laughed that characteristic laugh of mine, nothing less of a snort, and said " anything in this world, once it loses its life, has lost its utility and can be called junk".... she left it at that..... it was this arrogance that took me to where i am now.... i did not heed the doctor's warning... i would never admit i was ill ...and when he adviced caution and care, to take things in a slow pace, i grew more frantic, put in more effort....i thought i could win over death, like i had stomped through the other competitors in my life...but death new its job well and soon absorbed me into its abyss.....today as i lay in my grave, she was passing through the gates, rusty gates as always, the thin wall of separation between the living and the dead,when i heard her say to her companion with a loud laugh " know what, the other guy i told you about used to call this a human junkyard...never had a care for other lives around him... and now that he rests in one of its deep pits it has become a junkyard"..... the guy joined her in her laugh and put his arm over her shoulder as they walked past the gates.......and i turned in my grave!