One day I decided to broach the topic of death with Ponnu. My death, to be precise. I told Ponnu, when I die I would like my eyes to be donated. She said, "In that case, we will have to give your glasses with it. You can't see with your naked eyes, remember." I could not help but laugh at this reaction to a serious topic.
"It would be nice to give away my body to a medical school," I continued. I said I had heard of how difficult it is for the medical schools to get dead bodies. "Let me do something nice when I am gone." Ponnu decided to put a stop to the conversation then. "Ma, let me tell you, I am not doing anything that you are saying." I argued, "After all, it is my body. I can exercise that right over it." She looked at me for some time and then said, "I have a better idea. Why don't you just decide to outlive dad and me instead? Then you don't have to worry about anyone not honouring your wishes. Also, make sure you are healthy. That will be of help to the students you have in mind."
I have never discussed this topic with Ponnu since.
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