We are queer creatures.
Never in the face of earth has there ever been a human who has died happily. Satisfied. Content.
I remember one octagenarian who gulped down a box full of pastries the day he died. He’s always had a sweet tooth; an inclination for everything sweet. He was a romantic, an amicable gentleman who loved his wife, his children, his grandchildren and us. But the one thing in life that mattered to him was an impeccable cup of tea after he had taken his bath in the morning and prayed for peace. The day he died, his wife; also an octogenarian, had gone out to the Naamghar. She was an extremely healthy person for her age, part of the reason behind her happiness was the old man himself. He had loved her since the beginning of time, and she always said there was so little that…
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