I was extremely tired and exhausted after the burial. Extremely thirsty as well. It was scorching hot and we were in the middle of the graveyard without any shade. At one stage, when it was really unbearable (at least it felt unbearable then) I was thinking and looking forward to what I'll be doing after that - wash my sticky face, get back to the car, switch-on the air-conditioner to the max, grab some cold drinks on the way home, have a quick shower at home and then take a nap - wonderful. You can say that the forward plan kept me going.



Towards the end of it though, some thoughts struck me and that was worse. What if there's no end to this? What if I'm stuck in this condition in perpetuity? And worse still, I'll be fully conscious and aware of the whole thing. Isn't that what life after death is all about, in one extreme? Wish not to me.