What is life? Is the question echoing my mind as I am standing next to a funeral pyre of someone I had known for some time. May god bless his soul. Both sons, teary eyed, light the pyre and off he goes. But, to where? Where will he go now? Is there life after life? As put forth by religious babbling in almost all religions across the world or is it as science says; now he is nothing but ash and he can’t feel anything and that probably is the end of the story. Today, the morning started differently, with a different emotion. But, now it’s different. Call it my emotional babbling because of losing someone known to me in the same month in which I lost my dad seven years ago. But, I felt compelled to write this confusing piece. So, reading it will probably confuse you as well, as I am now. So, read it at your own risk. His death came as a shock because I would meet him every day in the morning ever since his son bought a plot next to my house. Every morning he would wa...