Fading away is a very strange experience. Let me explain. - the dying (or the dead), they never really die. They continue to live not just in our memories, which is the most filmi expression - but they also continue to be around.
We examine them for their actions, long after they are gone.We continue to examine their beliefs, their books, their writing, their conversations with us.
And conversely, the living sometimes fade away too. We try and forget some of our living compatriots, even as they sing and croon like a kingfisher. We kill their memories as a coping mechanism, sometimes as the voice of silence.
This strange dance of those juxtaposed with us, is quite intriguing, na?
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