Waiting for death

Death is seldom welcome. But we don't know when it will come to us and will feel its ice-cold embrace. And after death ? We don't know for sure if there is anything after death.

We all are afraid of death, or the pain that accompanies death. The threads of blood bound us to the laughter and tears of life. The sky, the village and the small things are so dear to us that parting with them for good is an unbearable thought.

But waiting for death and feeling its footsteps at distance is the most sorrowful experience. Sometimes death comes to us, without any prior notice and without any demonstration. Sometimes we are just too busy to give any thought to our dearest friend, that is death.

But sometimes, we wait for death. We lay in a bed, motionless, and we feel-- Death is coming, slowly. It takes one step at a time, but it never stops. We look around and see the world brimming with life slowly going away from us. We feel the temple of our body slowly crumbling down like dry leaves. This wait is melancholic like a wet, dark, lonely evening and the most sorrowful experience before death.