Death stalks the roads,the highways,the bridges,the rivers, the tracks, and its victims are the young.It is so sad when one hears of the death of a young person.In the past few days there have been so many deaths of young people.Life seems to have suddenly become fraught with danger at every turn.Death is inevitable and we need but a reason to die.Today it seems to be haunting us everywhere.How did life become like this?I AM HAUNTED BY THE FEAR OF DEATH AT ALL TIMES.My own death doesnt scare me.What scares me is the death of people i love and people i care about.It prevents me from enjoying what i have.It scares me to be happy.I indulge in morbid thoughts that deprive me from attaining unalloyed joy in my life.Am i a coward,i wonder ,at times.Maybe i am.The death of my neighbour's son in a car accident has rattled me.It has shaken me .The plight of the hapless parents pains me. They have nothing to live for,nothing to look forward to and none to wait for.Their only son has been snatched away from them by death.People say the loss of an only child is more painful.Ifeel that the pain is the same ,even if one has two children.The death of one's child is one of life's greatest tragedies.Can anyone ever overcome the pain of loss.Is there anything left to live for?
THE REFUGEE - ASIF CURRIMBHOY Asif Currimbhoy is an Indian playwright who wrote exclusively in English. His plays have contemporary relevance as they deal with the complexities of life in modern post-Independence India. The Refugee is a one act play that deals with the influx or arrival of refugees from erstwhile East Pakistan or modern day Bangladesh into West Bengal in India in the aftermath of the 1971 Indo-Pakistan war. East Pakistan was carved out of Bengal and became a part of Pakistan when undivided India was partitioned by the British in 1947. East Pakistan was predominantly Bengali speaking. They resented the domination of Pakistan which comprise...
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