What exactly is death?

A house full of people on all sides, an incense stick and a deaf nose smelling of perfume, a tragic posture, a standing gangot, a cousin from afar,  Exhausted efficiency, lifeless torso, this is what we generally call death.
 Let me tell you a touching story on this.  A woman was living in a village.  She had not had a baby for many years.  After doing many vows, fasting, doing God's bidding, doing everything people said, the effort finally came to fruition.  She had a son many years later.  That boy was life and soul for her.  Every baby is a piece of their mother’s care.  But for this mother, the whole grief was the baby.  If wool falls on him, it will become a shadow, she will take all the sorrows of his path by herself and give him only happiness.  Tears welled up in his eyes, and his mother's eyes filled with tears.  As soon as she understood from this, she looked at him like a mirror.

  But no matter how many days the mirror is kept, one day inadvertently breaks.  One day her baby fell ill.  I have never been so sick before.  Then - then his health deteriorated.  The mother left no stone unturned in her efforts to cure her child, a vow of God, a vow of God, essential to the healing of the baby.  In the end, her efforts were in vain.  And the life of the darling baby died.  Our mind cannot accept the death of a simple loved one.  Then it was a lump in her stomach, but in it, she was a child born many days later, her whole life in that child, her sudden death shocked her so much.  She didn't want life anymore, she left life for which the world was meant for her.  After living, but what to do now, she gave up food and water, became very absorbed in grief, her husband, relatives, neighbors, everyone understood her but she was not ready to understand anything, so everyone became desperate.  Because whatever happens to her, seeing her condition in it will surely break anyone's heart.

   One day Tathagata Gautam Buddha comes to that village for shelter.  The news of his arrival spreads in the village.  Then the neighbor knew this, so she approached the boy's mother and told him that a monk had come to the village.  There was talk that he had conquered death by doing a lot of penance.  He can bring your child back to life.  Go there and tell everyone what happened.  The mother approached the Buddha without a moment's delay, keeping a hope of happiness in her mind.  As soon as you come, do something and bring my dead child back to life, so that the whole body of the sorrow that has accumulated near the feet of the Buddha Frees to carry springs.

Buddha very quietly, seeing her suffering, seeing her condition, well I bring your child alive.  But I have a condition for that.  She says happily, "I'm ready to do anything."  Then the Buddha very humbly said, you go, bring some rice from the house where no one has died, bring it, I understand that I have brought your son back to life.  The mother would go to every house and ask, "Is there anyone dead in your house?"  Someone's uncle, someone's grandfather, someone's son, someone's daughter, that is, someone had died, so they used to cultivate half a village.  But she was blinded by Maya's affection.  She thought she would get at least one house.  In a house where no one is dead.  When she finally found the whole village under her feet, she realized that no such house existed.  Then no one escapes the grief we are in.  Then she realized how selfish we were.  Death is inevitable, some early, some late, but death is certain.  She came to the Buddha.  And now she has changed.
 She said in fact I was blinded by Maya's affection.  I was really sad when my son passed away.  I thought this was my way.  But everyone has their way.  I considered myself unlucky.  But today I found out that he is very unfortunate like me.  According to the Buddha, death is definitely a source of sorrow and suffering.  But it is useless to torment the whole life in this sorrow.  Therefore, the mind has two sides, remembrance and forgetfulness, the essence of life lies in the remembrance of good things and the forgetfulness of things that cause sorrow.
 It is death, but then what exactly is death, the real death is not just death of the body, but also our anger, greed, ego, pride, all these things are mixed with them in the soil.  He knows this, but he adheres to it strictly throughout his life.  Because of all this, he hurts a lot of people.  Many grandchildren trample on their ego, all the life the greed for money has gone after.  That money is not yours either.  Then what is the same, only and only his own body, and he does not take care of this body.  So, in the end, it is the body that leaves us prematurely.  Many people say that when a man dies, everything goes with him.  But I will tell you what happens.  Tells you what's not going on now.  Lifelong relationships, humility, help, intimacy, unselfish love, connected people, loyalty to society, all these things make him realize that he is still alive.  This is what I call true death, because the remembrance of good and the forgetfulness of evil are the essence of life.  Death is inevitable, and I, you, and no one will be spared.  And stopping death is not in our hands.  But to keep our existence alive in people's minds after death.  This is definitely in your hands.  So you decide now, not only will you die, but you will keep your existence alive.
 "Tomorrow's sunrise before sunset
 We need to know the importance. "

 - Avinash Waghmare