My mother walked into the living room, throwing aside her dupatta, and sat down on my bed, while i sat on the floor drawing a few sketches.
she shook her head, and mumbled to herself 'Allah, don't ever give any one such a death, ever'.Upon asking she told me she witnessed another sad reality of life. she said she saw a death man lying along on the pavement, nobody to claim him;
sources saying he'd been there all night. And this was afternoon. An ambulance then came by, she said, to pick up the unknown body and take it away to a morgue. Its a scary thought, to die somewhere all alone, with no one about, and with no idea what becomes of the rest of your being. at this moment, i thought, that maybe, loneliness and abandonment is far better a scenario when your alive; a mortifying thought,
if your lonely and abandoned during/ after death.