Escape of My Thoughts

Very recently one of my friends father died, to be very accurate today is the eighth day. And today is the first day I am not with him. It was hard for him because his mother died about 5 years ago in a road accident in India and make things worst he is the only child and his father got married again about 4 years ago.

Those who read my blog regularly you would know every time some one dies I realize something about the life we have and how we are not very special. But this time it was different, not before yesterday though.

Yesterday he was sorting out the properties of his father as all of his savings are about to finish due to the heavy hospital bill and the rituals after his fathers death. And suddenly all the friendly faces were gone and though those people were not helping him in any way in last 7 or 8 days they are all there to help him (or not) to divide the properties between his mother and him. I was wondered by the number of people came yesterday and shouting with each other with a properties in which they are not suppose to have anything. They were bringing up topics that I never could thought of. And then I realized I am blessed that my family does not have any kind of property what so ever, I will not have to go through any of these. And I also realized that, to survive in this world I need to learn a lot more and see a lot more ... I have a long way in front of me!