The 97th death.
[By Barkha Gupta]
She was gone too soon.
Given the name of ‘bakra’ (goat) by her sisterly amigo after her jocular and witty personification, Barkha Gupta departs today towards eternity with the ticket of heaven. Nothing could move her cemented faith in Jesus Christ, though born in a Hindu orthodox family.
Nepal was her abode but her heart belonged to Delhi, for which, she ended up in Satyawati college of Delhi University pursuing English literature which eventually developed in her the love of reading and utmost obsession with Mr Darcy.
Being a foodaholic, one would find her gulping at the Busan Korean restaurant–with a bittergourd drink to maintain her psyche simultaneously–or sometimes at the dhabas of the Jawaharlal Nehru University to get the local touch. She also had a passion for adventure sports and was found slacklining every Sunday. Never was she behind to taste a new sport.
Nevertheless, her love for her parents remained constant, though she went against them searching for the truth.
Four of her friends played a major role in her life. They counselled her persistently and without whom ‘I would be left depressed’ – as she asserted at a reunion.
November eight has forever engraved a bittersweet feeling in the hearts of her loved ones. They believe it was a sudden call from God by her unexpected demise while slacking between two mountain peaks.
“But we live with the hope to meet her in heaven,” affirms her four friends.
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