Our Self-Written Obituaries – Aditi Sharma, Somewhere in Delhi

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Aditi Sharma, Somewhere in Delhi

Our Self-Written Obituaries – Aditi Sharma, Somewhere in Delhi

The 167th death.

[Text and photos sent by Aditi Sharma]

Aditi Sharma didn’t survive the night, her death drew attention only when her pettish self didn’t come dawdling out of her small dark room for her morning coffee. On inspection, the pillow showed signs of being wept over, as if she mourned her own death.

Ms Sharma loved life and herself fiercely, so the theory seems workable. A scribbled page was discovered too, which was assumed to be a suicide note but turned out to be a self-obituary. She loved dark comedy.

She is survived by her realistic parents, an equally quixotic brother and three lovely friends. They all give different accounts of her. Nonetheless, there is an agreement that she was a pain in the neck.

Ms Sharma was a woman of notebooks and lists, and it would be months before her family finds all of them and discover a very embarrassing side to their daughter. Before that, at least, she would be missed.

She had requested in her living will for her ashes to be thrown off the Cliffs of Moher, wishing to rest in the land of Frank McCourt and Hozier. But keeping with her propensity for wishful dreaming, Ms Sharma’s request is conveniently ignored and she will now belong to the Ganges.

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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Our Self-Written Obituaries – Aditi Sharma, Somewhere in Delhi