Our Self-Written Obituaries – Sharda Mutha, Jodhpur
The 221st death.
[Text and photo sent by Sharda Mutha]
She was found dead, lying in utter solace on a rainy dawn. The raindrops fell on Sharda Mutha’s corpse as if they were trying to push her body underneath the sand, somewhere in the waves.
Despite being an extravagant over-thinker, as it seemed, she had eccentric contentment on her face. Her lifeless face had so much life in itself as if she had found her peace and tranquility in death.
The raindrops paved their way through the wrinkled face of the 60-year old woman. Her fingers had ink stains as though she was trying to write a poem about how she’d be free after all these years; about how she was going to meet her actual self once her heart stopped pumping and her veins would have bulged out; when her last breath would finally bid her a farewell.
There was a ring in one of the fingers with her initials; maybe she knew that it was her whom she always had. Probably this was not a suicide; it was her act of letting go.
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