The picture clicked recently shows my daughter and my brother Death. It has a way of creeping up on life, when you least expect it and it also has a creepy way of showing up inside your mind. Even the minds of little children. My children were in bed yesterday. I had just finished the marathon story-reading sessions that we have, turned out the lights and was about to leave for my bedroom. My 5 and half year old daughter’s voice rang out “Mama, can I ask you something?” Usually these ‘somethings’ that are asked, are very amusing. So with Pavlovian anticipation of a good laugh inside my head, I said “Ask away” “What will happen to both of us, if both, you and papa die?” My mind worked at lightning speed, to give her a convincing answer. “Well, you can call up Prem mam and he will come and pick you up” Prem is my only sibling. We share a very close relationship. The children call him Prem-mam. He is their super hero. He is younger to me. He is a ‘big-man’ now .And I don’t mean just phys