According to Wikipedia, Death is the permanent termination of the biological functions that define a living organism. But in the practical world, death is much more than the mere termination of a body. Death is the end, the final destination of the journey of life. It breaks all the shackles that bind a person to earth, all the bonds, all relationships, all feelings, everything.
Yet death leaves behind memories, which makes those who are left behind groan in agony, and yet smile in times of great sorrow. It makes people sit-back and just remember the golden-moments shared, and those which could have been shared but weren’t.
Death makes you remember how much you loved the one who went away, how much you cared and how much you miss the absence. It is said that only the body dies, the soul is invulnerable. But, still the physical embodiment of the soul, the attire is what connects you to the people. You share jokes with the attire, you fight with the attire and even love the attire, and when the attire isn’t there anymore…well there comes in a never filling void that haunts you throughout your life.
However hard you cry, however frantically you grope…the one who goes away never ever comes back. However hard you wish you could have done more, you can’t anymore. However hard you try to remember what in light moments you used to talk to each other, you feel that there was something that was left unsaid, undone, unasked, unknown…and now it never can’t be said or done or asked or known. Its all over. Its not a comma, its a FULL STOP.
The End….
The Vidyarthi 
