He died. His soul traveled through a path of light and arrived at the court of Chitragupta. Before him stood a grand throne of justice, upon which Chitragupta was seated. He was dressed in white robes, radiant and serene. In front of him lay countless scriptures, containing the records of all human’s sins and virtues on Earth.
Chitragupta asked, “Where do you wish to go?”
The soul replied, “I made many mistakes in life, but in the end, I went to see the Lord. I sought forgiveness at His feet. My sins were erased. I deserve heaven.”
Chitragupta opened a heavy tome. Its pages recorded the soul’s entire life—every action, every thought. Looking at the book, Chitragupta said, “But there’s no mention of your plea for forgiveness in my records.”
The soul was shocked. “How can that be? I went to the temple. Took photos, selfies, made reels. There’s proof!”
Chitragupta smiled slightly. “Yes, there is proof. You took a selfie at the temple’s entrance. There are photos with the idols around. Videos of the rituals too. Even a reel of you seeking forgiveness before the deity. But…”
Chitragupta paused. “Your focus was only on the camera. While asking for forgiveness, your heart was silent. There was no devotion in your eyes, only framing. No remorse in your mind, only the rush to post. Hence, your sins were not erased.”
The soul fell silent. Crestfallen.
Chitragupta said, “I won’t send you to hell. I’ll send you back to Earth—as a monkey in Delhi Zoo.”
“A monkey?” The soul was stunned.
“Yes. There, you’ll perform monkey antics. People will take selfies with you, click photos, make reels. Just like you did before the deity. But now, you’ll be in their frame. People will see humor, compassion, and irony in your form.
You’ll remember your past life— ‘I too once did this, and now I bear its consequences.’ Then, if you truly seek forgiveness from the heart, you’ll attain heaven in your next birth.” The soul was now quiet.
He understood—photos aren’t proof, feelings are.
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