Our Self-Written Obituaries – Charvee Sharma, Somewhere Across the River in Delhi
The 176th death.
[Text and photos sent by Charvee Sharma]
Charvee Sharma never wanted to die in the city where she was born. And so, she ran. It was in the early hours of the morning that she was found lying on the highway, to Lahore. The colours on her scarf indicated she must’ve finally found that peace she was looking for, in herself.
One thing Ms Sharma couldn’t ever do was, stay still – be it a place, a person, a dream, a thought. In her final moments, her restless heart was immersed in countless flashes of the man who brought every colour to her life. She saw fields of golden wheat and warm sunshine. She saw herself fading into another transition, for she belonged to the melody of early spring.
She leaves behind loads of books, a dozen of plants and a few letters. All things that sing a saga of eternity, never lost in time. All things, magical – where she found her little bits of solace and for some brief moments, a home.
A girl of blue skies, she would like her remnants to be lovingly carried and travelled with, all the way to River Jhelum – scattered here and there, enveloped by wild flowers, overlooked by the moon.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.