How different everyone's fate!

In a family, how different everyone’s fate can be! My eldest brother was praying all the time and he died looking at the Mother and Sri Aurobindo’s pictures. In Chitta’s case, his God-realisation was guaranteed. I was his life-breath. One day, he and my sister were talking and talking. His work was over and he went out to walk. Lily also went for a walk. Fifteen minutes later Lily came back. She saw Chitta in front of her, lying down. His head was bleeding and he died. That was how his life ended.