India, Oct. 6 -- The cloud remembers what the river forgets

In India, death has many rituals. Some are cremated by the river, some buried in silence and some left to the open sky. Yet across faiths and languages, there is one thread - a whisper of farewell. These mantras are still uttered - not always in Sanskrit, not always aloud - but as gestures of letting go. They remind us that nothing truly belongs to us: not the body, not the name, not even memory.

And yet, we are now building systems that refuse to let go. Our ancestors sought moksha, freedom from recurrence. We, with our devices and clouds, are coding the opposite - a digital samsara, where nothing ever ends. Every WhatsApp message, photograph or voice note becomes a fragment o...