Goodbye Dearest Sanaeya

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22 year old Ms. Sanaeya S. Master of Godrej Baug, Mumbai, passed away on August 3, 2008. Her short life is a living testimony to the adage, "It's not how long you live, but how intensely you live"!

When destiny snuffs out a young and promising life in the prime, the mind raises a lot of questions. Many memories, including struggles and triumph of the human spirit emerge.

In a moving tribute to her cousin, our teen correspondent from Poona , Ms. Natasha V. Deboo, has penned a human story that may strike a common chord in many hearts.

It is not just a tribute to young Sanaeya. It is a tribute to life. It is a story about putting 'life into a few years' instead of 'adding many years to life'. Read on.........!

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'Those whom the Gods love, die young.' And nowhere does this statement fit more aptly than in the case of my cousin Sanaeya, who left us all devastated, shocked and shattered when she left for the realms of the other world to sing with the angles.

Sanaeya was a dear friend, a loving daughter, a super sister, and a lovely human being. She was my favourite cousin, my sister, my best friend, my confidant, so many things rolled into one.

And from sleepovers to talking about boyfriends, from long chats about college, to gossip about family and friends, we did everything together.

And distance between Mumbai and Pune didn't matter. She would share with me her secrets and I, mine. Whenever we visited each other, we would stay up for hours, talking about everything under the sun - the weather, friends, crushes, future plans, marriage, you name it.

And what a fighter she was! Never once did she brood or berate anyone for the various illnesses she had - right from juvenile diabetes to other serious complications that she developed later over the years. Frail and fragile her body may have been, but her spirit lived on, and her heart continued to beat till the very last moments of her short but exciting and beautiful life.

And though her health was never great, it did not stop her from living her life. She didn't care if she had diabetes or any other disease in the world. She lived her life more fully than most of us. She did everything she wanted, whether it was something as insignificant as going on a picnic with friends, to something as major as giving her final year engineering exams in poor health and passing with flying colours and a first class!

And she was always the liveliest one at any party or holiday we went for, and the jolliest of the lot. If there was a big group of cousins sitting around, at the centre would be Sanaeya sitting cross - legged, egging the youngsters on, joking and laughing. And she was the favourite of all - from a 3 year old toddler cousin to a 20 year old 'mature adult', everyone wanted to share with her some little secret, some funny happening, some important event in their lives. She would gel just as easily with a kid, as with an adult. And she was always there for everyone, just as we were always there for her.

Very talented at painting and drawing, she would make beautiful, artistic birthday cards and convert spare pieces of discarded wood into useful items. Left - over stuff at home, odds and ends, would transform in her hands into baskets, wall - hangings and numerous gifts.

She was someone who had the maximum number of friends that anyone could have. She made friends with everyone - right from the peons and servants, to children and teens, and all the oldies. Never have I met anyone so popular. If it was 'Rose Day', Sanaeya would get the maximum number of roses. If it was 'Chocolate Day', she would arrive home with boxes of chocolates. Everyone she met, had a good word to say about her, and her passing away has devastated one and all.

A vast ocean of people attended her funeral, and there was not a single dry eye in the entire assembly. People came in multitudes - friends, admirers, relatives - all too shocked and awed to grasp the fact that Sanaeya had finally gone - gone forever. In fact, when her mortal remains were taken on the final journey, there was a sudden sprinkle of rain - it seemed as if even the sky was mourning the death of such a beautiful young girl.

Perhaps the smallest but fondest memory that I have of Sanaeya is the various trinkets she would pick up for me from Grant Road , Crawford Market and Linking Road . Every time someone went to Mumbai on work, she would hand him or her a big bunch of accessories for me. And I would proudly show them to all my friends in college and say "My cousin Sanaeya got this for me from Mumbai."

Going to Mumbai will be an exercise of will power and strength. Going to her Godrej Baug house and not seeing her there will be the final blow, the irreversible, unbearable truth.

But I can at least live with the consolation that for however long she lived - she lived to the fullest, enjoying every moment of her life. And though we cannot question God's ways, we can at least be grateful that she did not suffer a lot and passed away peacefully. Her parents can at least take solace in the fact that their beloved Sanaeya touched many, many lives, and left this world a better place to live in. Truly, she left her indelible footprints on the sands of time, and in everyone's hearts.

And though her leaving us has left a huge void in all our hearts, for my part, what I'll always have of her will be the memories. Cherished memories that no one can snatch away from me.

Goodbye dearest Sanaeya. May you be happy wherever you are, and may your soul rest in peace.

Natasha V. Deboo