Lying on the death bed. He thought.
“Can someone please switch off this light. Its blinding. Wait. But my eyes are closed. Am I dreaming? Oh goodness. Am I dead?
Gosh. So, Is this the white light everyone talks about, which you see in the afterlife?
But, why is there a glass staircase? And who is climbing it? Looks like a female, holding something. Could it be a coffin?Is it for me? Don’t tell me they now have females as Yama God?
Wow! Women empowerment reached heaven too, huh! This looks exciting.
If that’s the way to heaven, I can’t wait to reach there.
I feel like a feather, being lifted up.
Oh my! I can see my body, lying underneath me. Geez, I’m looking gross! So, they were right.
A soul has no form, yet is the purest form.”
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