In Pictures: Madurai
It’s been two years since I went to Madurai.
I usually visit every Summer, but the last time I was here was for my Grandfather’s funeral. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the death of a loved one.
Since his passing, I don’t think I ever fully dealt with the emotions presented to me. Every time I found myself thinking about it, I’d simply find comfort knowing that he didn’t suffer. He was happy and healthy, and his death was as peaceful as death can be: in his sleep.
My Grandmother still lives in Madurai, and I knew I owed her a visit. It made me nervous, and I was adamant that the house wouldn’t be the same without my Grandfather’s presence.
But during my stay, I didn’t harbour any feelings of emptiness or heartbreak that I had anticipated. Instead, I was welcomed with a serendipitous perception of death – and the after-life, as we Hindus believe.
It was the closure I needed.