Sick Grandma, Gloomy Evening Sky, Harvested Crops of Rice and Reality of Life

Hi Steemians,

It's been quite a while since I published a post, wrote a comment or even voted. It's been almost a week since I am at my village. My grandmother suffered from a stroke. Her entire right side is paralyzed and she needs constant attention.

Independent and quality life are no more. She's on the bed, requiring a family member to help her drink, eat and live. A woman who has raised me after demise of my mother is unable to raise herself from her bed.

Gloomy skies of a December evening in the village

The green field has a crop which serves as cattle fodder. There are some trees under which we cousins spent our noons when electricity was gone. The grey fields contain remnants of the lush green rice crops which I photographed months ago when the crop was fresh.

Some farmers burn the remains, not knowing they are causing smog

Punjab's villages are home to golden fields which produce food for millions of people. Rice crop is finished. Rice has been collected and sold.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

People sowed rice, and so they reaped. Winters are here and people are gearing up to sow wheat crop. Some already have.

This little road goes all the to where the sun is setting

As the sun sets in the evening, it reminds us of our life's sun. One day, it will set too. Life is journey which has to end.

No sun has ever risen without setting and no human being will live forever.

I pray to God that everyone's life ends without having to suffer an illness. My grandmother's sickness makes me think a lot about life and its sufferings...