Our Self-Written Obituaries – Vinitta Mathew, Trivandrum, Kerala
The 242nd death.
[Text and photos sent by Vinitta Mathew]
She left in haste from this serendipitous encounter with life. A twisted misanthrope, she bled poems for a week every month.
Storyteller par excellence, Vinitta Mathew overdosed on love and on the many conversations she would host inside her head. She overly used the word ‘soul’ but hers remained unhealed. Tired of half-ass men, her longest relationship was with herself.
In her final moments the only thing she remembered was that she loved wholly and feverishly every single time she loved. When the end neared, she gestured her tattooed arm to no one in particular for some weed-tea dipped in cotton. Unlike life, her death was painless and she was ready when it came. With the best perfume and well-coordinated shoes.
The OCD stickler that she was, they had a hard time lowering her coffin, lest it not be in a straight line.
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