Tingle

It felt strange.

For the first time after five months, the first time in welcoming Ramadhan, the first time in my life, I visited my father's grave. Never crossed in my mind I would do it this soon. But who can resist His will? 

Indeed it felt strange.

That I read my father's name carved on a grave brought that melancholy. Tears tried to crawl out but I had to hold on. Not at that time, not at that place.  

Until when will I have this feeling?

Perhaps forever. Or at least until this wound heals itself. 

[Images are from here and here]