13th June, 2009 – exactly 8 years ago. The day my life changed forever and my little perfect family toppled upside-down. Breathless with agony. Screaming. Shouting. Shattered. In pieces. In ruins. The day my mother got diagnosed with cancer. And since then, my life has been the exact opposite of what it would have been otherwise. Since then, my life has been the furthest from normal.
A few months after she was diagnosed with breast cancer, it had spread to her liver. I wasn’t told that for a few days. By the time her liver cancer was diagnosed, it had advanced mightily and the medicines weren’t working on her any more. Having four doctors at home meant, they all knew what that meant; she only had a few weeks – months to live.
A trip to Murree was hence planned because everyone knew it would be her last trip with us. So Ma, Dad and most of the people I grew up with and considered family – we all went ahead with it. (May of 2010, if I recall correctly!)
These pictures were taken during that trip (from a camera she had gifted me). Partly because photography seemed to take my mind away from the impending doom and partly because a part of me was still hopeful she’d live and we’d look back at these pictures and smile at all the memories. Soon after, she passed away (24th August, 2010) and I stopped taking pictures since my life had reduced to surviving every single breath. I had kept them in wraps since. Never showed them to anyone.
I resumed photography in either 2015 or 2016. And I’m beyond glad I did.
These pictures carry a huge significance in my heart and for my soul, as does everything else about that trip. If I could make a treasure trove summarizing my entire existence they’d certainly make to it. 🙂
Yes, my obsession with clouds isn’t very recent.