He was happy, he was going to die… for a long time now, he had been bed ridden, unable to do anything without someone else’s help… he didnt want to be in this state, relying on others for everything, but he didnt have a choice…the past few days, his condition had worsened.. the doctors said he didnt have much time left, but he hardly believed them, they had been saying that for ages now…
he had come to the conclusion that he was going to die, based on his instinct…but his happiness was not only because he would finally be free of this disgusting existence, but at the thought of reuniting with his friends and relatives, who had died before him… though no one could ever be sure of what lay beyond death, he had a pretty old fashioned notion of what it could be… heaven, where it would be, well, like heaven, with all the angels and Him, of course… and all his friends, and everything good.. he was sure it would be like all the descriptions of paradise ever told… he would sit and talk forever with his friends, crack jokes… he was looking forward to all of it..
and he died…. and just like all the stories, he walked into the light, and was met at the gates of heaven by a very friendly person, who after several questions and tons of jokes on the people who generally landed up there, and reference checks from a big fat book, concluded that he had indeed been a nice person, and deserved a place in heaven….and with a ‘welcome to heaven’, the gates of heaven were opened to him…
and soon as he crossed the gates, he felt a wave passing over his mind, and all his memories slipping away…as soon as the wave passed, he realised that he no longer knew who he was….
until next time, maybe even memories arent forever….
(idea courtesy: the wife)
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