Later in life, I was aware that there will come a time for my end. I wasted no time in waiting. Instead, I relived the past. Painful memories. Colorful reveries. Unfathomed dreams. Fulfilled vows. Broken promises. Medals of achievements. Mementos from friends.��Indecipherable memoirs. Familiar faces. Memorable places. Patches of events. Lines on my face. There were the traces of my mortal life.

At one point, I feared that the end has come. I couldn't take away my fear of facing the fact of not being.

"Are your ready" There goes that voice again.

"No, I am not! I want to stay here and finish what's left unfinished," I rationalized angrily.

"But you have done all you can, haven't you?"

"Yes, but I don't want to leave this world, MY WORLD. I love being here and I am not going anywhere. Please spare me this . . . . "

I wasn't spared.