Our Self-Written Obituaries – Varsha Pednekar, Goa
The 212nd death.
[Text and photos sent by Varsha Pednekar]
For a person who loved being alone, dying alone too must have been joyous. Varsha Pednekar, 30, was found dead in her bed with her two dogs at her feet. She was fascinated by Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, and Amy Winehouse and wished to join the ’27 Club’ herself. Alas, she was 3 years too late.
An empty bottle of her sleep medication was found by her bedside. Next to it were a few datura pods and a bottle of cheap Sauvignon. She didn’t want to take any chances this time it seemed. And it worked indeed.
Gone too soon, a few may say. But Varsha knew this day was coming since she was 16. Battling depression and debilitating anxiety, it took a toll on her. Mentally and physically. For a 30-year old she could easily pass for a 17-year old. But her insides didn’t say the same. For someone as frail as her, even a puff of smoke could be fatal. But the wait for death to come and sweep her in its comforting arms was unbearable.
Although she tried to take matters into her own hands several times before, her guilt (or passion) for her animals and family kept her going. Just what lead to finally driving this nail in the coffin? Nobody knows. Her near and dear ones probably saw this coming too but never expected it to take place so randomly.
She is survived by her loving parents, her sister, her partner, her two house pets, and several strays. Before going, Pednekar had asked for two things: forgiveness from her loved ones, and to play Mudhoney’s ‘Touch Me I’m Sick’ during her last rites.
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