Our Self-Written Obituaries – Tanvi Lall, Rohini, Delhi
The 225th death.
[Text and photos sent by Tanvi Lall]
Tanvi Lall, 57, was found cold and breathless early this morning, in her own bed donning a creepy smile. It was as if she was denied a fancy closure.
On the side, her bed had a stack of neatly sprawled books as her OCD would allow and a struggled, almost unfinished draft of something that could have been a deal breaker for her.
Her hands, hours later as well, reeked of cigarettes and the room of prominent musk fragrance. She took the quarter of a bed to announce it as her grave.
Her wish to see it raining of french fries leaves us with her. A woman of minutest things, she wanted to be remembered as the one old school-loud-tiny-not so cheerful lady next door.
Her red lipstick collection is to be sent to men who remember the shades, and how she liked her morning coffee.
Lady says, play nice!
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