Life - What Is It Worth?

One of my aunts passed away yesterday. While visiting her house this morning and seeing her body laid to rest for one last time, I was flooded with memories. All those childhood days spent in that house, where she always treated us with home-made ice-cream (those were days when the refrigerator was a magical thing!), one of her sons who used to draw and paint and thus did sow the seed for my interest in art that remains afresh till date, all those days of turning through the pages of his Archie Comics while recognising a few English words here and there, being made a fool by my didhi that always told me about how a ghost in one of the paintings really lives in the garden of that house and so many such nice ones.

Another hour or so and my aunt's body will be cremated and even her ashes and bones will be scattered in the sea. All that is going to remain of her are a few photographs and all our memories.

End of the day, isn't this the fate of all of us?! All our dreams, ego, anger, qualms, grudges, pains, pleasures, possessions - what do they all count to?! When we leave, we are not going to be remembered for owning a costly gadget, riding a luxury vehicle or throwing away wads of green every now and then at life's little pleasures. All that is going to remain of us will be a bunch of photographs and the impressions that we leave behind in the minds of the people around us. Why don't we all realise it sooner than later and strive to leave behind some good memories?!