illicit jaunts - Death

Every post-death story is about a person who was greater than the original one who passed away.
All say gracious things about him....

Did he try to become the person others hail he WAS ?
Did he hide such a person deep inside?

Or is it that the words come from each beneficiary show a particular perspective of the deceased?
How come then when we see these profiles together, the image always becomes larger than life?

OR was it because he didnt get enough time and circumstances to adjust into the tailor-made image?

We always see him as the one who he always wanted to be...........
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Death took him. Not me.

Not that i will finish what he had started..

It could have been me - instead of him.... Still..

We were not doing the same thing... Still..

Death took him. Not me.
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How many days have it been since Death got a victim...!
It returns most days empty-handed. Starved for most days lately.
Somehow when it gets a chance, new medicines arise, new surgeries, new methodologies...
Victims, who watch each of their steps not to fall in its trap...
Victims, who stays at different places not to be confronted with it...
Persons, constitutions, Projects, Calenders...... every planned step interrogates the very being of Death.

Sometimes,
Sometimes Death goes crazy.
Mines fall. Volcanoes erupt. Earth quakes. Mountains overturn. Vehicles crash.
small small treats...delicacies...