The moment i gained consciousness, i had a strange experience. I was screaming loudly and clearly for others to hear me but they were still crying on my corpse which was lying contently on a mat. I was shocked to see that.
I wondered Who am I ? If not that body, name, identity, designation that this world gave me or i acquired. Then exactly who am I ?
Amid the confusion, someone patted my shoulder and said “You’re immortal and beautiful soul, that’s your identity”. By the time i was able to ask more it had left in that static state.
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