At times life seems so long, and death so distant. "Alive but not around, dead but not departed" - a line from a movie I was watching. How many more lines about life and death? Why pitch life against death? Why such fascination with death? It sure is the anxiety about the unseen consummation of life.Is life the beginning of death? or is death the end of life? Are we living? or dying each coming day? This is what I call "Deadlock interrogation". Another preposterous thought, "All are born to die" "And then dead to be born again?". Life after death through another life. Too much of life and too much of death makes me feel somewhere in between!