O Jigar, when is there ever freedom from the prison of existence? For even if death arrives to release us, life itself is lost.

Jigar is sharing a bittersweet and profound paradox about human existence over here. We often look at life's endless struggles as a prison and imagine that death will finally set us free. But the tragic catch is that the very moment death arrives to unlock the gates, life itself vanishes—leaving no one behind to actually experience or celebrate that freedom.