The whole life is a preparation to meet death. How you lived life would decide how you'd face death or it's little friends...sorrow, despair, frustration, disappointment, failure. Time keeps playing practical jokes on you. But you got to have your sense of humour intact. Without these little antics of time, wouldn't the whole journey be so monotonous? All colour and fragrance would make you sick and weary. And it is a long journey. And in the end if you are the one who has the last laugh, you'd have lived your life well.
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