"When we are old then death is near."
"Yes (grunt), yes."
"Then we must leave our bodies and go somewhere else."
Three more grunts.
"Amma, do you know where you are going?"
Then the old woman wakes up a little, grunts a little more, "Who knows where she is going?" she mumbles, and relapses into grunts.
"I know where I am going," the girl answers. "Amma, don't you want to know?"
"Don't I want to know what?"
"Where you are going."
"Why do I want to know what?"