There is no glory in death.
There is no glory in death. Nor happiness. The silent decay of the body is a testament of all the stories and secrets of a mind which dared to go on. In its wake, touching and creating realities that intertwined with time to materialise a world around it. What was the story? What were the secrets? The laughter that died with time. The sorrow which was felt at the end. It all comes to this moment of passing. Leaving behind a legacy and moving on to a different journey. One can only wish farewell, suppressing the choke building a lump in your throat. The old ones are leaving and the young ones are not ready. Author: Stuti Sharma