On witnessing a simple death.
As I’m about to take a sip, a tiny black insect flies into the glass of my hot chai and instantly dies.
For I was supposed to make chai and sit on my garden and the insect was supposed to fly into it and die.
Whether it was fate or suicide, I don’t know. What I do know is that it was death, witnessed by myself, death of a life brought on by numerous coincidences and circumstances of this mysterious planet.
A planet where all life eventually leads to death, no one is spared. Where death is more mysterious than life — even when it looks simple and logical to the witness. No death is simple here. Whether you die in your sleep or while drinking your chai, your death is mysterious and many steps ahead of logic.