Life has passed in three installments, in childhood, youth, old age and some relationships of the mother, when the person raised himself on the shoulders of the others, the body was torn in a moment, in just a few wooden pieces, just like a human. As he would take everything with him, in a bed of white sheets and arathi. ✍️✍️✍️ "Written: - By @ Umesh kumar" #Life passed in three installments,