The routine of life
Each day is a grain of sand in an hour glass trickling down one by one the space it occupied in the glass being replaced by emptiness like a handful of sand slipping through the fingers held tightly still leaving the fist empty sooner or later like a step into a forest each one taking us away from the starting point towards the other end, Foot steps leaving no trace, no sign, that we were here, that we passed like the twinkling stars disappearing one by one as the Sun rises the invisible hand wiping the sky off all the traces of the stars ready to rewrite another story, of another day, and life goes on, even after we pass on, without us! In remembrance of RD, our beloved Dr Ramji Das, who passed away on 12th April.