Our Self-Written Obituaries – Dipesh Mittal, Dhubri, Assam
The 177th death.
[Text and photos sent by Dipesh Mittal]
Dipesh Mittal is dead. He was walking by the road, singing Faiz, when a car hit him. This moment is not for mourning but rather celebration. All his life, he was a troubled man, crazy, who lived more inside his head. He talked about things no one understood, like about the line between truth and love and how he is stuck between them.
It’s good, he is no more.
The people, who were with him at his last moment, said that he was drunk and was talking about politics, love and poetry. What good are people like this to the world? Who talk and believe that change is possible? He is not even worthy of our time. He is dead. That’s it.
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.