As a kid growing up I once attended a funeral in my early teenage which was the first day I really thought of death. That was the first day I saw death as the ultimate,unforgiving,unbiased and untameable reality which everyone has to one day slide into. Yea, a little early to be thinking that deep; I know, but some things just strike you and you just can’t get them out of your head. As a kid everyone is attracted towards something, the thing they think about the most, for some it may be the favorite train set or rainy days or whatever; for me,since that day was that truth. I remember standing in front of the mirror and observing myself minutely and thinking about how I was such a small part of such a small planet belonging to such a small part of the universe which itself is possibly a very small part of something incomprehensible; I remember observing my eyes, my ears, my face and myself as a whole and thinking, how each and every part of me was on a journey towards that inevitable day when everything of me shall turn to ashes.
