Our Self-Written Obituaries – Sromona Sabnam, Benares
The 156th death.
[Text by Sromona Sabnam, photos by her and Anonymous]
She often said that she was slowly becoming everything but her shattered story remained untold.
The ocean of unread books haunted and ultimately drowned Sromona Sabnam. She did not know how to swim and was found dead clutching The Essential Rumi at 1.45 AM, 20 December 2017.
A shy traveler by day and fierce poet by night, Ms Sabnam was studying English Literature in Banaras Hindu University. She was daily seen sitting on the stairs of Nishadraj Ghat–always at the magic hour sipping her favorite ‘Hajmola chai’.
Since her mother was born a Hindu and father was a Muslim, she was always confused about the process in which her soul would mingle with the cosmos. But she wished to be buried just beside Miss Jebeen the first. So, her coffin will be taken to Kashmir. Her grave is to be adorned with cactus and wild flowers.
The following epitaph, an absurd rhyme she herself composed, has to be carved on her tombstone:
Sylvia Plath and Pablo Neruda
Ice cream and chaat, faluda
Shakespeare and Samuel Richardson
Dreams and procrastination
Obviously John Osborne.
Ms Sabnam hopes to be remembered by fireflies, dead stars and the moon.
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