Somewhere today, a father is wondering how the roles have been reversed. He is wondering how he will never have his elder son putting him to flames, on his final journey.

Because today, the father is lighting his son's pyre.

Somewhere, among his people, the father is feeling lost. For the loss of his dreams, the loss of a heir, the loss of a part of himself. He grieves beyond grief.

Somewhere, a mother is sitting in stony silence. A silence that is not good. She has cried, she has laughed, she has weeped again. She still does not believe. Her little boy is gone.

And life will never be the same ever again.