Many a time, some of us would have mused over the purpose of our birth and life. We study, work, marry, have children and family, earn name and fame if possible, accrue wealth by luck and ability and then become aged and start waiting.
I don’t prescribe this analysis to everyone, but to those who think and recall life events and feel happy or sad or proud and then finally relax. They have nothing much to do but to think of the past.
But, like a play or cinema with all action-packed instances, happy moments and dramatic turns, heart wrenching miseries also come to an end or closure in some form. There can be something like “they lived happily there after” or “the protagonist is dead” or “it just continues”. Though everyone’s life ends with death, till then there are events which keep happening for good and bad.
