Our Self-Written Obituaries – Chandrakala Geddapu, Deustchland
The 168th death.
[Text and photos sent by Chandrakala Geddapu]
She died in her sleep, after a night of telling happy stories to her friends followed by confessions of existentialism to her best friend about the hollowness she is left with once life’s mundanities are taken care of.
It was ironic that Chandrakala Geddapu died exactly so peacefully. She was sure that her death would be violent, and her family would have to pull the plug.
Her life was as interesting as it can be for an Indian software geek living in Europe. She travelled, read, made friends by the dozen and told stories.
Her best friend believes she died from her brain going into overdrive thinking about the numerous possibilities of what could happen in her life. He misses her need for mugs of hot chocolate. Her firangi friends would miss her mediocre Indian food, her unsuccessful attempts at cheering them up, her hobby of reading too much medical information and the crazy scenarios she makes up to make chores interesting.
She wanted her body to go to science, but the German hospitals did not want her tropical germs contaminating their morgues. Her ashes were scattered from the top of the Alps discretely by her brother. There was no funeral.
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