Considering life as a book, I have read almost half my life. May be another half is pending. End of each day is like reading one page in life. The remaining pages to be read gets thinner thinner and then just like that "poooh" gone.
Many of the chapters in our life can be grouped logically to make sense.
I am currently standing on the edge of one such logical compilation of chapters.
Each day passing by brings us one step closer to death - the inevitable.
By chance I happened to come across a real autopsy performed. After seeing that it made the fact "this body is nothing" look more strong.
In this short period of time we spend in this world we find people who laugh heartily at somethings, who smile to unknowing strangers on some silly things.
Now I am totally lost. I dont even know what I wanted to write.
One thing is sure I am very eager to know how many pages are still left to be read in my life.