Last Monday, I
asked my mother “Hey mom, just before we die, what is the one thing that stays
with us?”
Mom gave me a
blank look and went back to her work, probably thinking I was having another of
my regular philosophical musings. This was no slight wandering of my mind! This
thought came to me Sunday night while I was on Facebook. I came across a picture,
where I saw a man lying on his death bed with his entire family around him. There
were also some beautiful lines written below it. I don’t exactly remember the
lines but the thoughts revolved around
Who cares how many degrees we have! How much
money we earn or how many palaces we build! In the end we all die alone, taking
with us the memories of the relations that we have made throughout our life.
