Our Self-Written Obituaries – Laveena Behl, Kanpur & Delhi
The 123rd death.
[Text and photo by Laveena Behl]
She was found dead next to a box of chocolates and a pile of books. It remains uncertain whether the reason of her death was overeating or over-reading or both.
Laveena Behl loved, was loved and she miserably failed in every aspect. Her dream was to be a poet of recognition, but she failed to assess the aftermaths of a poet’s fame–her name is to live forever only when she cannot.
Ms Behl loved her college days and very likely died with the last wish of reliving them again. Ironically enough, she couldn’t even complete the natural course of her life.
She carried along with her a hybrid of cities, languages and cultures, and especially Delhi, the city where she breathed life into her dreams. Books formed the alternative worlds when she retired from real life.
On her table you would find a tiny stick-on scribbled lwith her last words—“Because she never loved melodramas and didn’t intend her death to be one”- along with her favourite lines from her Goddess, Margaret Atwood
“How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first
your first naming, your first name
your first word.”
P.S.: Please distribute my alternative worlds when my life in apparently real world ceases to exist.
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.
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