“I hear voices in my head of people screaming and crying for help. I feel haunted by looking at my own reflection in the mirror sometimes. When I look at other people, I feel pangs of grief, a beautiful life wasted so short and then I think of my own self and find no greater difference. We all are living what we don't know, why we don't want to answer that. I feel comfort in the deep sleep though only for short time because as soon I wake up and look around I find myself back in the same world. Dying.” LifeBeautifulDeathDying Author:Gaurav S Kaintura