Our Self-Written Obituaries – Rupali Rakheja, South Extension, Delhi
The 223rd death.
[Text and photos sent by Rupali Rakheja]
A hypocrite of emotions, perplexed between her thoughts on archaeology and history. Rupali Rakheja died yesterday because of thinking too little about others and too much about her medieval ancestors.
She dreamt more than she slept, she was a believer of Foucault’s Philosophy. There were days when fellow workers tried to send her to an asylum as she was seen recognizing Khalji in Harappan skeletons.
She was a free soul who believed in the freedom of art, discovered her essence in the enigma of thrill and mystery. She was opinionated and firm about her thoughts on living life but was often confused about what food to eat for dinner.
She scribbled her words on the last pages of her notebook, where emotions overflowed, expressing the seeds of time and her self determined self where only poetry had place which identified her affirmations in the ideas of Ernesto! Born with extra fingers, she always thought of herself as privileged and capable of bringing a revolution.
Her virtues were few, she was as useless as touchstone but we still miss her for all the odds in her, which she thought of as brownie points to her modestly extraordinary personality.
She was recently found reading Ghalib and reciting his verses in her creakily irritating voice. Friends often said her last wish was to be buried near his tomb in Delhi.
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