Something to say

An early morning in winter I woke up from my bed while hearing the continuous ringing of the telephone. I astonished little, why too early the call was. For my surprise it was a call from my friend. He asked me to come to cemetery around 10 ‘O’ clock for a funeral function I have to attend. Again I forget to ask him who the dead person was. After my morning routines I started my journey. While driving the car I was so nervous that my mind asking questions on to self. It makes me to think again and again, who the dead person was, How it happened, Where he from? Such questions continuously irritate my thoughts. After 30 minutes driving I reached the cemetery. A big gathering was assembled there. At the time the priest has uttering some prayers, and the gathering repeating his sentences. I searched for my friend but I didn’t find him any where. Even I tried many times to watch the dead man’s face. But the coffin was already closed too. My tension arose. After the prayers the priest asked the gathering to say about the dead man. Many came in front of the coffin and preach about the miserable person. All of them talked. And at last my chance reached. Next I have to talk about him. But for me I haven’t yet seen his face. What I will say? Shall I say with out see his face? But how can I say? So I asked the priest to open the coffin. When the priest opened the coffin I astonished to see his face. I am the same person lying inside the coffin. But for my conscious I have to say about me to the gathering. What have I to say? How shall I present about me to the gathering?

You have to find answer for this question. And keep it in your mind.