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What will be the reaction of your loved ones, once you are dead? |
| FORLORN The coffin lay on the tiled floor of the crematorium. forlorn and withered The lace and silk adorns the body pale and peeling like parchment. Husband is at home keeping company to a lonely house. No use over spilt milk. Life must go on as it used to be. Son and daughter sit far from her eagerly waiting to finish things over. Mourners observe time to go home and to resume their work they have half done. All wait for a close relative to come from far. A car door opens. A man gets out and hurries to the coffin. Mutters a few comforting words to the son, standing. The hot fire embraces the woman! A sigh of relief from the son! Now he can resume his theses writing! |