A SILENT GRIEF OF THE WORSHIPPERS OF DEATH

A SILENT GRIEF OF THE WORSHIPPERS OF DEATH By, Sujit Das [A note to the readers: This article is to be read with an open mind, and not for the agreement or disagreement it provokes but for the thought it invokes. Thank you. ] Whenever I feel lonely, I sit... More

A SILENT GRIEF OF THE WORSHIPPERS OF DEATH By, Sujit Das [A note to the readers: This article is to be read with an open mind, and not for the agreement or disagreement it provokes but for the thought it invokes. Thank you. ] Whenever I feel lonely, I sit in silence and look back nostalgically on my golden childhood days. During those days, there was hardly any fun available for children – no television, no computer games, no Harry Potter. But we had something really valuable that today’s children of nuclear families rarely have. We had loving grandparents almost in every home who used to tell us bedtime stories. One such story that I heard from my grandmother, is still vivid in my mind. There was a handsome young man in a village who was always happy. But one day his mood changed. He looked sad all the time. His mother noticed the change in her son. ‘Son’, she said. ‘Why are you sad’? The son explained what bothered him. He had fallen in love with a beautiful woman in the Less