The third death. [By Jasbir Chatterjee] Jasbir Chatterjee, a writer of poems and stories, living in the disguise of a corporate professional, died on 3 March ____ , one day before her ___ birthday. She died in her sleep due to asthma. She was born in a Google-less era, when less imaginative girls often uprooted flowers from newspaper obituaries for their embroidery designs. Being shy, she never quite felt comfortable talking about her works. It made her feel “denuded.” Thanks to the Internet, however, her talent was discovered as in a fairy tale and her poems such as 'The Delhi Metro' and stories like 'The Metamorphosis' found their way into several international publications. Ms Chatterjee was a voracious reader. Her favorite poem was Maya

The second death. [Text by Manpreet Kaur Soni; photo by Davinder S. Soni] Manpreet Kaur Soni, a student of English Literature at Delhi University’s Maitreyi College, passed away on the early morning of February 3. She was 18. Her day started off just like any other morning. Ms Soni got off from her bus and was walking towards her college when she fell on the footpath and suffered a fatal cardiac arrest. Her close friends believe that her habit of keeping her feelings to herself was the real reason behind her sudden death. Ms Soni lived in West Delhi. Her parents say that she never wanted to be a part of the rat race and wished to carve out her own way in

The first death. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Mayank Austen Soofi, a writer and photographer who wrote about lives and places in Delhi, died on July 3 at his one-room apartment in south Delhi’s Hauz Khas Village. The cause was “reading too much poetry”, according to his friend Surinder Singh, a second-hand bookseller in Daryaganj. Apart from blogging on The Delhi Walla, Mr Soofi had written five books. The last was on GB Road red light district. Reviewing it for the Hindustan Times, literary blogger Aishwarya Subramanian had said, “Nobody Can Love You More may want to gesture toward the complexity and chaos of the human lives it documents, but it feels merely muddled and unsatisfactory.” According to his close acquaintances, Mr Soofi

In our own words. [Text and photo by Mayank Austen Soofi] You too will die one day. The Delhi Walla begins a new series. Our Obituaries invites Delhiites across the world 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!) While I volunteer to be the first contributor, please mail me your self-obit at mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com. Watch this space.