Death, they say, is the only certain thing in life! Waiting,
dreading this certainty they lose the perspective of the moment
that is. As they wait in dismay moments pass - all full of wonder
of life of spontaneity. And they move on leaving behind the spontaneity
of moments, the joy of it unexplored. Finally it dawns upon them -
the joy of being, and many a times it is too late, for just then
the Certainty comes upon them!