Is there life beyond death? As a pre-planner, I’ve spent hours planning everything from daily time-tables to career moves.

As a kid, I’d chose the brightest, cleanest, crispiest paper of all and meticulously write a very detailed, extensive, mature time-table every time I was inspired to do something big. Dream big, live big. But planning and plans made me hate deadlines and the stress and pressure that came with it. But the worst deadline of all, the one that will end it all is the one that left me crying. Dreaming about immortality, I became a journalist. But are all journalists immortal? Hope my writing will prove the point, some day.

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