I went to the cremation ground for the first time ever.
My uncle, Papa’s younger bro, passed away yesterday.
Here is the strange part though: In our family, females don’t go to the cremation ground. Only male members of the family do.
However, my elder sister saw our cousin (my uncle’s daughter) weeping so hard, that she offered they could go to the cremation ground. I followed suit.
No one, absolutely no one opposed to that.
We went there, sat at the proceedings, and came back.
It turns out, all our orthodox thoughts are a condition of our mind only. Once we overcome them, we realise they were not meant to be followed in the first place.
There is a first time for everything. Question everything you know that doesn’t make any sense. You will realise it was existing only because you didn’t question it!
