Just now, read a short story by Rabindranath Tagore named "Living or Dead?" They say, "Seeing is believing". No, actually we see only what we believe or want to. And for me, this is what the story hold. You got to prove, time and again to the world, according to the beliefs and senses it holds. What's living and what's dead is what is thoroughly failed to understand.
Few lines, that I loved in this story:
Love cannot prove its claim by any document which society accepts, and does not wish to prove it; it merely worships with double passion its life's uncertain treasure.
Every one knows that, even when there is no sign, life is often secretly present, and may begin again in an apparently dead body.
...in the House of Yama, where there is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to do, only an eternal watch.
Men and ghosts dread each other, for their tribes inhabit different banks of the river of death.
...when a woman cannot understand a thing, she either destroys and forgets it, or she shapes it anew for her own use; if she fails to deal with it in one of these ways, she loses her temper with it.
By dying, Kadambini had given proof that she was not dead.
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