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Have you attended someone’s funeral? You might have definitely. As you grow older, you frequently attend funerals. It is an experience in its own way. The very man, who used to walk & talk once, lies as a rock; unmoved and unbothered.
Those closest to them find it difficult to detach themselves. They cry and eventually take solace, leaving it to the divine. This personal grief often blends with the community’s way of honoring the departed.
Cremation in rural parts of India is simply different. Relatives take the body to a burial ground allocated by each family for such purposes. People gather wood and physically make the funeral pyre. They stake the woods and bamboo layer by layer and put the body in it. Son lights up the funeral pyre or sometimes the daughter in the absence of a male heir. The blazing fire turns the body into ashes in a few hours. The physical existence of the person is eliminated for good.
All our lives, we humans incessantly keep on collecting and saving things, and in the end, we can take nothing with us. Only a few good deeds remain in the minds of people. Rest mingles with smoke rising from the fire pyre. It is applicable to everyone in every aspect of life. Do good and move on. You cannot carry it to your afterlife.
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