Strange are the ways we get involved into conversation. Today we suddenly started talking about death. A hard reality of life. It all started with the story of a colleagues Dad passing away in sleep. We started thinking aloud. One said, sleep is equivalent to death. How very true. When you sleep there is no guarantee that you will wake up to see the rising sun. But the optimist that a human being is, plans for so many things. How innocent you say, yes he is, but a very hopeful being.

Maybe one day i will make a check list of my bank accounts, my dues, my debts(including treats i owe to so many people), things which belong to me, what is where etc etc. People around should not curse me after death, saying, Where the hell are her drawer keys, where is her ATM pin number, etc etc. But before all that i wish and pray that i have a peaceful death, without worry to anyone.

But the thought of death most of the times, sends a cold shiver down the spine. God Bless all of us.