Sometimes it's difficult for me to decide whether I am a good person or a devil from the inside. Few moments in my life bring a smile to my face whenever I think about them, giving proof to my heart that I have been good sometimes. But on the contrary, there are some other shreds of evidence too which thrash my brain and heart at once. Both get involved in a fierce battle of Good-Bad discussion.       A few days back, one of my neighborhood Uncles died an unnatural death due to some chronic disease and lung infection. He died at a young age, leaving behind him a young wife, an old unhealthy mother, and a very small kid, not even mature to understand where his father went. That man was considered to be the most talkative person in our colony. He used to speak a lot and that too on unnecessary topics. He could go on for hours discussing worthless topics. He used to be a very healthy man, never heard from him of being sick, bedridden or some other filthy adjectives of illness be