And he does so, but not before explaining, in the most beautiful way, to the children, about the pairs the world is sewn into. They keep Death busy throughout the night, with cups of coffee and innocent questions, delaying his action till the morning, when he would have to retreat because, after all, Death cannot function in daylight.īut Death, the great equaliser, has to perform his task.
But her four grandchildren cannot let that happen. This gem of a book, majestically, rises to this task.Īt the strike of night, Death comes to take away a severely ailing grandmother. How then, would one, explain its inevitability, its invincibility, its essentiality to children?
Like an end, that ultimate exit, beyond which everything becomes void and nothing remains to return, it hovers over us like a spying cloud, always waiting for that one chance to seize our life and make it its own. Even to the most-learned men and women, few things are as scary, swamping and tearing as death.
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