thirty seven

Events unfolded quickly. First, the protesters organized a committee to negotiate with the government for such ugly incident to cease. The pain was not fast in healing. The mood became ever more aggressive, keeping the spirit of both Mr. Zack's party and his friends at high pitch. However, they made careful preparation to defend themselves. But they could not.

 Government response was slow and not forthcoming. Weeks went bye and the tension came down. The presence of the authorities was seen and felt over their investigation which was carried out on a pretence and cover. It was a mere ritual to such painful incidents. But the passengers on the crashed plane had completed their journey to great beyond. Their hopes and aspirations were sacrificed at the altar of the great republic.

         Widows, orphans relatives and seething crowds of human beings from all corridors of life endeavors who came from all parts of the country, where the news had reached could not control their tears. And one may see, their fallen tears, how it struck home to them. It was a matter of life and it was something to be taken seriously. Mrs. Zack saw the impact of the crash as she beheld mangled burnt human flesh which her husband was part of which spread all over the area, with none left to continue with even life threatening injuries. It was bad and painful to die in plain crash.  They looked with shock as it took emergency volunteers to dredge out these bodies which had all been burnt beyond recognition. She cried in her heart and many standing were seized in sorrow for her. She wept deeply that her whole body shook. Her friends bent down and lifted her up to her knees. They all saw at once, like the rending of a veil, how slowly, but nobly she had borne this unnatural calamity, the sadness of loosing a pearl, a husband, a loved one. 

         As for Mr. Zack, he neither could be seen nor be recognized, he was burnt beyond recognition.

         It was her saddest moment. He had cupped all her sadness at heart, holding herself and never giving in to emotional breakdown at first pretending to be strong. There was no longer life in her bone. She was only standing on her frame, never remembering anything, never doing anything.  And when this was about to end, she uttered a mighty cry as if things deep within her were released. Those around her could understand deeply the lost, her pain, her many sorrows. It was then that many people went sorrowful with her.

" This is too much" she cried. ' Heaven and earth knows the pleasures and dreams I have in my life that I should be denied my only happiness'

What great sorrow can there be that to mourn a beloved husband! Her friend cradled her in her arm and slowly walked to the waiting vehicle.

 They all had suffocated in the burnt aircraft and could not be recognized. What a life! They died a very painful death unimaginable. Everyone died.  How bad one ends! There was no miraculous survivor of the crash. However, having come this far in what the future held from that moment for her without Mr. Zack, she picked with living in hard feelings days afterward.