Our Self-Written Obituaries – Anannya Uberoi, Vikaspuri, Delhi
The 245th death.
[Text and photos sent by Anannya Uberoi]
Anannya Uberoi, 22, petter of alley cats, quarreler of strange bush squirrels, but otherwise a modest girl herself, rode old Charon’s ferry-boat early this morning. Like most literature-appreciating humans, she has left behind a legacy of journals that, sadly, no one has volunteered to read so far. Unlike most people, however, she was extremely satisfied with the era she took birth in, mostly for the reasons stated: the existence of chai outlets in Delhi, the convenience of taking flights, and medical advancements in the field of neuroscience.
She died of a nervous breakdown in the middle of a coding assignment, forensics confirm.
Ms Uberoi’s intellectual capabilities were realized when she started writing at the age of 13. They were immediately unrealized when she rhymed “esophagus” with “sarcophagus”. A true Delhiite at heart, she took long walks around CP in the winter to “warm herself”.
Her passion for hosting a “perfect” high tea for her friends and family–with the right amount of lemon tarts, blueberry muffins and baked beans on toast stacked on seamlessly-cut circular plates–will be accomplished by them in turn, in her honor. Darjeeling tea, however, has been replaced by cappuccino, to suit everybody’s preferences.
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.
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