Life has many realities, a lot bitter and ugly and many alluring and joyous. But no reality is accepted as willingly as death. People doubt about Gods, science, cultures but they all agree to this one reality. I went to a cemetery to visit the graves of a few elders in the last month of November. Just the silence of environment was enough to contemplate about life and whether there is any beyond the point of death. Passing through many marked and unmarked graves, I discovered a strange broken grave out of which insects were oozing out. The bolt of curiosity hit me and I searched for someone who could tell me more about the owner to that resting abode.
I finally found the caretaker. Upon asking he explained that it belonged to someone he doesn't know because the grave existed before he came there. Moreover it broke into two parts some years back. When that happened, insects poured out of it. May Allah forgive everyone.