How it Feels when you are Breathing Your Last Breath ???

Wonder what... how can i answer this question ? Let me give a try, instead make an attempt to address the one of the things we all will share in common "Death".

When you are folding your fist for the last time, seeing the world, your loved ones, the place you lived, your memories for the last time, how does it feel... this puts a big question to my thoughts, what will i recollect at that time. What would make me really proud at that moment? to fold my fist, in the same way i did many a times, when got a wicket while playing cricket, wrote some fantastic code, materialized a fantastic idea.

How can i hold my smile up and cheerful, yet in the same situation , as i did when i had my first Salary, when my MOM was proud of me....

How can I have the same passion in my eyes, yet again in the same scene, as I made my dreams come true... when I bought my First bike... I got my dream job

The "How" in this context... dug many things in my mind.. I would really want a accomplishment, that makes to do all the above, when I am having my last breath. This added more thinking to my thoughts, more thirst to my wants and more passion to my attitude.

Filled with the showers that take me to the gate of success, wearing a cover on the heart, which hides the whip marks it had, while trying for it!! when i open the door with the same hand whose fist, I want to close when i have my last smile, which resembles the same when I am opening the door. The passion that makes me give a punch in the air, with closed fist on entering the campus crossing the door, I see a personified sense of accomplishment, waiting to greet me for life, and give me a sense of satisfaction.

This sense would really make to close the fist, with passion of feeling the sense, and a smile on my face saying that I have done justice for my existence.