Last year, I faced the death of one person closest to me. It drove me numb for first few hours. I didn’t know how to react. I reached her final resting place, reading Geeta during the journey. I didn’t cry when I first saw her, but when went down to lift her body, I broke into a thousand tears.

It made me rethink the one question I have always had. What happens after death?
Maybe what some call death is the actual liberation from this facade what some call life.
Or maybe death is the act of beginning of change of dress i.e. body and nothing actually happens to the soul. What if it’s a mere re-permutation of the atoms, reconfiguration of the energy of the body to follow the law of conservation? Thus, nothing happens, a dead person simply becomes a part of the Universe.

But, what happens to the living is clearly obvious. They mourn, they weep, they cry and they live. They live with this burden of never being able to talk to the person they lost. They wish they could turn back time and for just one minute, they could bid farewell… But, since the mere mortal are not Time Lords and can’t go all Capaldi to save Clara; they carry on. With a hole in their psyche, a painful memory. But again, what is this pain all about?