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 Death is not a calamity. Not if you have lived your life to the fullest.

Death of your close ones is not a tragedy, if you have expressed your love to them, given them true happiness, and if you know they will be more happy in that Other World. 

Why Am I thinking about death so intensely? 

Its been three days, and I have seen four people died. Most of us are shocked by the news of an accident in which one of our known couple died with the grandfather leaving a huge business and two children behind them. I am generally not moved by any such news. Ultimately , those who left, left for something good. But this time, what about the children? The son who is in 10th std is my brother's friend. And when I asked my brother , what do you think about this whole accident, he somberly replied, ' never fight with your parents.' Losing one's parents at an early age is an unfathomable loss. 

I were not more thoughtful about it but there are surprising things going at home. With my grandfather, things are not obvious, he doesn't want to die.

 There is a quote - You can wake up someone who is sleeping but you can't wake up who is pretending to sleep.

... someone ... after a long long time would be really regretting... when my parents would die. I hope I prove to be wrong. And I am thankful I won't be the one who would be Regretting. 

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And one more thing. I don't wish to die, prior to My Time. And I would like God to decide when its My Time. And by that time, I really want to LIVE. 



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