Someone posted a youtube video about Wasif bhai, and all the images, they brought back a collection of so many sad nmemories and moments. Terrifying, really. The images of Ammanji passing away, the scent in the room that gave me goosebumps, the shocked faces, knowing that the angel of death had visited that very house, seeing a soul being scraped out of its body right in front of my eyes, then the tragedy of Phuppa jan's death, how Atto phuppo was literally shaking, remembering the last time we met not knowing we'd never meet again. And then the Wasif bhai incident, all the stories - it all came back at once and I don't know why but it was too overwhelming.

Something in between absolute fear, realization and sadness - and I still have goosebumps. Strange thing, life and death, nothing alike, yet they can never be apart. Things like these remind me of my purpose in life and how little time I hhave to waste. Am I really prepared for the most important journey of my life that could take place any moment now?

To Him we belong to and to Him is our return.