The sun shone brilliantly as ever. The dawn had been misty and cold but you could not see any impact now. All the things were same as always. Busy in his prayers was he. He knew how he was forgetting his religion and so today he bothered to hold some contact with his Creator. And yes, this day was somewhat unique. What was the different thing about this day, he would keep on forgetting. But he knew that it was different. Things change as you grow in years. Till yesterday he had his best support today it was just a sweet memory. How unexpected was the departure! But to whom did it concern. It was all so forged today. All so made up. Even the prayers! He was alone. Why would he bother his dress up? Why would he care about the expressions at this face? Why would he think about the coming day and on how to leave a mark? Was there a mark left by the deceased? Within twenty four hours of his death, was he even once remembered? But his prayers were still not his. Not today. Not for long. He was giving more time to other stuff. The thought of funeral arrangement, his gestures to the guests, his clothing and his talk all occupied his mind. He bowed in front of the God and placed his head before Him. Though the head was there but the mind was out.