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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