I see black flags proclaiming death. On the lamp posts. In the by-lanes. On trees. In front of houses.
A flag and a gathering means the demise happened recently. Just a lonely flag means death was there sometime.
One day the flag will be fluttering in my house as well. Proclaiming that I have set sail to a different realm.
Just like my father, my relatives and a million others who set sail every now and then.
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