The 42nd death.

[Text by Padmini Vaidyanathan; photo by Nameless Memory]

All she wanted was an epitaph that read ‘Love’. That is how Padmini Vaidyanathan defined her crazy life and her penchant for everything crazy.

If she knew it was her last day, she would have spent it apologizing to a lot of people – for being late, for being too early, for being a brat, for being difficult and sometimes for just being.

When Ms Vaidyanathan was younger, she believed she didn’t fit in. Towards the later part of her existence, she discovered (or rather started believing) that nobody did. So she chose to spend it wisely by actively campaigning against assholes everywhere – “You needn’t fit, you needn’t be an asshole either.”

Ms Vaidyanathan sincerely hoped that she made wise decisions, mostly. She was smart enough to know when she was fucking up. She found love a bunch of times; one lasted as long as she did. She knew that and she was happy about that. Ms Vaidyanathan was a happy woman; her occasional spells of sadness were accompanied by a deep need to be dramatic. “If I had a nicer nose, I would have taken up acting”, she was often heard saying.

Ms Vaidyanathan bids adieu with a few regrets, but knowing her, she was over it as life left her toes. In love and happy.

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