2 more minutes please!!

Our life is finite, it ends one day. Male or female, Indian or American, born in the 20th century or 15th, they all have to die one day. Imagine that life is a big game you’re playing, and everyone’s final age is already fixed. God is standing with a timer, one for everyone.

One day he will come, and blow a whistle, and shout “Time up!”. As usual (like we always do in competitions, races and exams), we’ll say, “God, just 2 more minutes please!!!”. If you’re lucky, perhaps he will give you those two minutes.

Can you imagine what will you do in those two minutes?

Disclaimer: Perhaps death will just come, without warning.

PS: Not looking for a really philosophical or emotional answer, just something plain and simple.

PS2: Someone said, I’ll snatch God’s stopwatch and run!