We love to remember our departed kith and kin including Parents and siblings. It is a strange experience the days which follow after the last rites. At times we dream them, we feel their presence.
So many are immortal today who belong to the past history but they are remembered.They do inspire us stimulate us. At times they conduce us into a deep silence to interrogate what is next?
Sooner or later man is influenced in pursuit of his eternal quest- Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I now? We plan and calculate our time. Ultimately a time comes to lay down the Armour and feel helpless, lonely, no one has time to pay attention. We may then begin to think our past and discover that we could have lived still better. To think of the future, silence envelopes. our remarks become only an echo but the nature listens, nature speaks through silence, for nature is a Mother who never feels us as a burden