"An innocent girl;
whose ever bright face shunned the sun.
A puff of breeze;
that touched the heart of the sky.
A blooming flower,
whose fragrance was felt and smelt all through the valleys.
A fountain of colourful bliss and joys;
she breathed her last a couple of months ago."


My elder sister left us for ever and met her Lord. My mind is a boiling pot these days; filled with thousands of questions.
What's the purpose of this life? A wishful existence! for which we are madly striving.
We want to have each and every segment of the world at our disposal, and
what's the ultimate; bitter truth?
The humanbeings are merely puppets in the hands of their fate.
If we have no control even over one breath of ours,
what's the use of running madly behind all these material things?

There are three kids, my nephews, who believe that their mother has gone to God for a short while and would come back soon.
Who innocently ask when their mother would return?
What's the answer to this heart-shaking query?


O' LORD, O' LORD, O' LORD......................................