the road less travelled

we sat under a spreading tree and discussed death.it was a strange setting for the topic.for all around us nature buzzed and blossomed with life.bees hung over flowers,the scent of which hung heavy in the air.
leaves danced in the sudden gusts of breeze and the palm fronds kept up a chorus of whoosh whoosh that invoked the far away waves.
a very close friend of ours,had just died.but naturally the talk turned from his death to ours.
your life is what you make it.a sin once committed has its own consequences.how often in the course of our lives do we reflect on how our life will end?
life is unpredictable.we can not say how long will we live.we often do pass remarks on others but how often do we comment on our own mortality.
many of us are scared of death.death does startle us.we do continously convince ourselves that death is something that happens to others very soon..or may be we will go on living to the very edge of immortality.
however each of us under that wonderfully spreading tree had a different opinion of death.
being peaceful creatures,none of us worried about violent deaths,though in today 's era a sudden ending is as likely as any other.perhaps the peaceful surroundings influenced us to take the notion that all of us would die naturally and not be rudely summoned to the creator......oh lord.!
the debate raged long over wether it was better to have a body able and the mind weak and wandering or the other way round.
losing control over ones body could be indeed demeaning to dignity,and impose a dependence on others that the mind would rebel against its torment its owner with.
our conversation mingled a variety of thought inside our heart..what are we..? what is our life..? have we made it worth being called life..?what have we achieved besides material happiness?where were we going to stand 10 years down the line ?would we die like our friend at a very young age just like that?the trependency continued....................
suddenly a cackle of parrots flew screaming past and our mood lifted as we looked up and marvelled at the sky.
perhaps we were looking for an excuse as the conversation dropped suddenly.....it was tough facing ourselfs for a chance.......our consience blurtes....who are you..? what are you? where are you?are you living life....? are you sinful?
at the spur of the moment we were thinking of a variety of things we never dreamt of facing.we lived life at ease until wee lost our buddy.....soon we all departed in different directions to a road we had less travelled...................
the mystery continues..........we still have to invoke ourselves..........