After some time, a nurse came out and showed us the tissue that had been surgically removed. We were momentarily taken aback. We returned to our bench and continued waiting for the operation to be completed. About an hour later, the expert doctor called us and explained that the surgery had been successful. However, the test results indicated genetic abnormality, and advanced therapies might be required as the next step in treatment. The news was difficult to absorb. Her husband broke down in tears, and her sister was also deeply distressed. We knew that another challenging phase of treatment would wait ahead for her. Yet, amidst the worry, my mind kept returning to that brief encounter. Had she somehow come to see me for a few moments while her physical body was undergoing surgery? Had I witnessed something beyond the ordinary? I could not answer these questions then, and I still cannot establish what caused the experience. I could not share it with anyone for almost a year. I felt that people might find it difficult to believe, and I was not prepared to explain something that I myself could not fully understand. So, I kept the experience to myself.
Over time, I have continued to reflect on that evening. I have wondered about the relationship between the physical body and consciousness, and about experiences that seem to fall beyond the boundaries of our everyday understanding. I cannot establish whether her consciousness had separated from her body. But despite a year has gone, I prominently remember seeing her walk towards me. I remember the expression on her face, we exchanging a glance and a message without speaking a word. That evening, in a hospital corridor filled with anxious waiting, I experienced something that is staying with me long. It left me with questions about consciousness and the limits of what we understand. I share this experience not to convince anyone to believe what I believe, nor to offer an explanation that I do not possess, but simply to narrate something that happened to me as I experienced it. Some moments pass in seconds, yet remain with us for years. And some questions continue to live quietly within us, asking neither for acceptance nor rejection.






