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DAMINI: Nobody can plan for it. We, humans, are illusioned that we have control over it.
Sometimes we realize it while alive, and sometimes loss of lives teaches us that. (Silence)

DAMINI: (Breaks the silence.) So, what did you use to think about it?

ROHIT: About what?

DAMINI: I mean what you used to think about death and reincarnation?

ROHIT: I thought that death is the end of life, and there is nothing after it. We are made of
atoms and lose meaning after death.

DAMINI: Even if you do not believe in it specifically, people do have a notion of the eternal
nature of the soul.

ROHIT: How do you manage to be so philosophical in every situation? Sometimes we must
run by logic as well.

DAMINI: If you pay close attention, philosophy is inherently based on logic and it needs one
to be completely open-minded to see through that.

ROHIT: So, are you trying to say that you are “inherently” a logical person?

DAMINI: Well, I married you. This proves that I am not logical every time.

ROHIT: I hope this is the first time you are losing your life? You are handling this well and
sound like a professional.

DAMINI: Honestly, I will admit that I was also shocked after the accident. It took me a lot of
time to get through the turmoil of emotions.

ROHIT: (Points to the muddy path) Do you fancy going on a walk in the forest?

DAMINI: Sure, we can go, and now we do not have to fear being eaten by animals.

ROHIT: (Laughing) well, being dead has certainly done well to your sense of humour.

(Both get up and start walking towards the path.)

ROHIT: Watch your feet, it is a little bit wet. (Lends his hand to Damini.)

DAMINI: (Slowly walks down the stones) Thank you.

ROHIT: Papa, would have been waiting for a long time. He must be worried like anything
now.

DAMINI: Yes, it seems like 8-9 hours have passed since the accident.

ROHIT: He will be restless till the news reaches him. I cannot even imagine the grief he will
go through when he hears about it.

DAMINI: There is no bigger plight for a parent than seeing his child die. We cannot fathom
the depth, even if we want to.

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