In our life only one thing is certain. That is death. Death. A sudden jolt from reality. It shakes you up more when the news is of a known one. Here is a person who has pursued and lived a life of his/her dreams and ideals. A journey of many steps, thousands of miles and zillions of memories of every life touched enroute . Some people are aware of their death when in terminal illness. For the rest it comes without a warning. How are the last moments? What happens to the unfulfilled dreams, the unsaid words, the secrets never shared? If they were to remain unconcluded; why were they allowed to form in the first place? What happens in after life? Does the person become the observer of his/her's own life's final journey after the soul has left the body? Are emotions felt? Is there a world beyond as we all perceive? I ponder as I reflect in yonder...
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