The 139th death. [Text by Shweta Kumari Sharma; author photo by Unknown] This morning the sun was glistening brighter than ever. It was glowing fervently as it was going to embrace the soul of Shweta Kumari Sharma who just left this terrestrial world. The writing table in her room, one among her nominal earthy possessions, was found with the manuscript of her autobiography which she finished just the night before as if she had planned for her departure, a premeditated departure, to the sublime world. Today, for a change, her books and papers were not disseminated across the room; rather they were arranged fastidiously in their designated areas in the shelves. The books dressed up in hard-cover jackets resembled dignified contended soldiers