When I was in high school, one of our classmates lost her father. It was an untimely death and we were shocked. It was discussed in between classes and at recess. We were solemn at the prayer meeting held at school and felt deeply for our friend.

A few days later things were back to normal. As usual we were sitting on the staircase at recess and chatting and laughing when one of our classmates, known to be quirky was climbing up the stairs looked at us and said, "Shree's father has died ... and here we are enjoying life."A stunned silence followed and we gladly welcomed the loud bell announcing the end of recess.

We were young and so we felt guilty but we need not have. Life does go on and that it how it should be.