By the Graves of People who Believed in the Resurrection I Knelt and Wept

[Following short story is fictitious]

Om Pontjo died yesterday. His funeral service will be held later today.

I will deliver a eulogy for him.

Several occasions before this, friends had asked me to give eulogies but I always declined. It wasn’t the fear of speaking in public.

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