So the thing is that I died and stood somewhere between the gates of heaven and hell, with Chitragupta looking at me and opening up his magical books in which he keeps tab of all your sins down to the last cockroach you flushed down the commode for fun.
“Creature, you have to go to hell,” he said giving me a go-on-and-don’t-waste-my-time look.
“Excusez-moi?!?” I said. I looked around believing that he might be talking to a cow soul who was following me on my way up.
It was then that the clouds parted and Yamaraj descended like a feather from the upper floor of the floating city.
“What’s all this brouhaha?” he said raising an eyebrow at Chitragupta.
“The creature refuses to go to hell.’
‘And why is that so?’ Yamaraj said as he brought his huge nose sitting on a neglected garden of a moustache close to my…
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