Love comes to you in a several different ways.....ever imagined it could come neatly folded in a letter?

I slowly walked towards Shruti. She was lying on the bed and was asleep. I thought not to wake her up but kissed her gently on the forehead. My hands ran through her midnight black hair. Without breaking silence I walked towards the door. I looked at her again while I was closing the door, through the narrowing door slit. Sitting on the cushioned chair placed in our drawing room, I smiled ... An inner smile. All events that happened in my life, after she came into it, flashed before my eyes... This is my life... She is my life...

The One Thing “What is the most important thing in your life? What makes you the person you want to be?” he asked me and I stood there thinking. “I don’t know...” I answered truthfully. “Then Ellie, that’s what you are going to do from now... start searching the real meaning of your life,” he said simply and those words struck me somehow. ---- Ellie always wanted to be a pianist. She was trained to be one since she was nine. The black and white keys on the piano made her life colourful but an incident in her life made her lose the happiness in her life. When she meets Arjun at an orphanage, her life is no more to remain the same. ---- Survival and Living are two different things. While survival is because you are afraid of ending, Living is because you have accepted it will end. While you survive for many things, You live for one thing. That one thing either gives meaning to your life or takes away all the meaning from your life.

There is a knock at the door. It’s unusual for someone to come this early morning. Opening it, what I saw took my breath away. I stood there motionless, my eyes go wide. “Hi sweety”, said the much too familiar voice and now a somewhat crinkled face. A light nervous smile is plastered on that face. “MOM!”, I exclaim. Tears start rolling down involuntarily. My legs becoming jelly. “I’ve come to take you honey.”, my mom says with a sweet yet urgent smile. “Mom, where have you been? I thought you would never…..”, I could not complete the sentence, it still hurts after four long years. “Return.”, she completed it for me looking down. “But here I am baby. Come with me. I’m here to take you now…with us”, my mom says and extends her hand for me to hold. “What? But mom what about him?”, I ask looking at her blurred figure though my watery eyes. “Baby…he can’t come with us. Never. But you need to come now.”, she pulls me by my hand. I stop. NO. I can’t leave without him. Not after so many years that he has stood by me. “No mom. I’m not leaving him behind.”, I pressed my mom’s hand firmly. I see my mother go pale. “You need to come my child. You should have come with us.”, I hear a mourn in her voice. That blow is too hard to take. I close my eyes and feel my mother pulling her hand away. I open my eyes frantically and she has melted into the thin air. ………… I wake up with a cold sweat and a randomly beating heart. It’s still a pitch black night. This has happened for the third night in a row. What is happening and why? Is this an Omen?

What is it like after death? Is it peace? Can any one answer?