The doctors would put needless needles into your stomach if you keep playing with its teeth: I said to Tara who was blithe with a blue ball cuddling a puppy . Battery of phone was dying as I was taking some pictures of clouds scattered around me . They were planting trees after having planted their pictures in the daily newspaper of tomorrow. Mahatma was smiling in big glasses with a garland. Why would I try to impress anyone with my immortality or absolute certainty. I kept walking. Life is happening. A kid is breathing cricket and another building blocks with bricks: I see no difference. You’re hurt? She asked. I kept wondering if I should answer her questions. It was an exercise in vain. But since I had to do something- anything-as the Twilight was approaching. I told her that I was feeling comfortable. Much better than how I was feeling in noon. What do you do? What do you mean! I am not new here. You know what I do. I do nothing. I undo everything. Death is my name. What do you do?