Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
We shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used
We shall laugh again my friend... we shall laugh again!
- Sriya Kanduri
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