
On a busy summer day, Anant Brihaspati died. End of the story? Not quite. For Anant is still there. He keeps on being there.

On a busy summer day, Anant Brihaspati died. End of the story? Not quite. For Anant is still there. He keeps on being there. But what does he do? Whom does he meet? And most importantly, what exactly is he? Is existence all about being alive? Do our family ties...

"And there was light. Bright light. Anant could feel it. Not on his skin like he used to, as it was penetrating him now through and through. He was awake. So wide awake that for this waking up of his he couldn't imagine any sleep. And he saw. Perceived. So much." On...