Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: As I grew older, I came to realize that death had been easy for my mother; to fear death, you must first have something to tether you to life. But she had not. It was as if she had been preparing for her death the entire time I knew her. One day she was alive; the next, not. And as Sybil said, she was lucky. For what more could we presume to ask from death - but kindness? प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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