They say that in the final seven seconds before leaving this world, one’s entire life flashes before their eyes like a reel. In those moments, every unfinished and fulfilled dream, joy, sorrow, sin, virtue, longing, regret, and accomplishment unfolds before them.
It is said that before his eyes passed a boy, holding a broomstick like a bat, acknowledging an imaginary crowd like Sachin. Dressed in a leather jacket like Sunil Shetty, a matchstick clenched between his teeth, setting the world ablaze. Dancing like Govinda to "Saaton janam tujhkoh paate, gori dete nainan mein hum bas jaate!" Taking revenge for every injustice in the world like Mithun.
Changing the world in a day like Anil Kapoor from Nayak. Beating Usain Bolt while walking backward, winking as he does. Writing stories, turning every written tale into reality. Preserving love letters, touching them over and over. Watching the rainwater fill the paddy fields while lying on a cot.
Losing himself in a pair of incredible, hope-filled eyes. Embracing every longing, every wait, making peace with them once and for all. Writing Rekha on his palm like Bachchan, using a permanent marker.
Perhaps the last seven seconds truly belong to oneself. If not the reel of life, then at least the reel of death should be breathtaking.
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