Last couple of months have been very bad for me. Starting with the death of my friend's mother with some strange disease and still counting, I fear what's in store for me. My friend's mother came back from Mumbai and fell ill, and even after 12 days of intensive treatment, she passed away.

Then it was my grandmother, who was down with weakness and fever for about one week. I had a miserable time handling her and my office work. Then happened the twin bomb blasts which took away about 40 lives. This was followed by hospitalization of my colleague's father for about a week. This was followed by crumbling of the Punjagutta flyover.

On 15th of this month my close friend's sister died due to Dengue fever. She was doing her house surgeon (homeopathy) and wanted to serve the needy. But the person above us had other plans for her. He made her battle for life for 14 days before granting her eternal peace. My friend was in France doing his Ph.D and had to rush to India to have the last look. God is cruel sometimes.

I wonder why some people battle hard before dying while some others have sudden and peaceful death? What governs our death style? Is it our own mistakes or mistakes done by the family members?

Hope the bad days end this moment!