The 60th death. [Text by Rajni George; photo by Saika Rahman] Nobel Laureate Rajni George, 111, passed away late last night under possibly mysterious circumstances, in a large hot tub at a luxury villa in south India, a large bottle of Prosecco by her side and the helicopter on standby. She seemed to have slipped away peacefully in her sleep, as everyone wants to, but who can be sure in these times. Was it the excessive travel and reading; the overabundance of nighttime activity and litigiousness into her noughties; or her refusal to blog, which finally got to her editors? (Some looked towards Delhi’s notorious air pollution, but no one talks about that anymore except, still, The Indian Express.) Was it Mayank

The 59th death. [By Karthika V.K.] She died on the day the monsoon hit the coast of Kerala. A neighbour reported having seen her walking on the beach late in the evening, her face upturned to the gathering wind before the rain came down. They found her snug in bed the following morning, if a little stiff. She looked curiously content, like she'd been dreaming of words and family and basketball and friends and lovers past. Some of the best years of her life, Karthika always said, were spent in a house beside the backwaters, where you went to sleep listening to the sound of water lapping against the shore. When she decided to stop going to work full time, the first thing

The 58th death. [Text and self-portrait by Aditya Vaze] Aaditya Vaze, the man known as the founder and figurehead for the great depression of 21st century, died ominously last night, while he was sharpening his pencil. The cause of his death remains unknown and unexplored since the public around him had been waiting for this event for a long time. The cause is irrelevant in the light of joy his death has caused. Mr Vaze was known to be an excellent orator choosing worst of the things to talk about. This man with an E.Q and memory smaller than a goldfish was famous for his long nose, black and white portraits, and his failures to commit to any sort of responsibility. He is

The 57th death. [Text by Mayank Mansingh Kaul; photo by Unknown] Born Mayank Mansingh Kaul in India, Zooni - as he was affectionately called in the last two decades of his life - left behind a legacy of more than a million acres of forested land around the world, which he had spent his life's fortunes in developing as protected natural reserves. Mr Kaul’s early career saw him find international acclaim as a designer, artist, writer, curator and film-maker, ultimately choosing to enter politics and becoming the country’s youngest Prime Minister at the age of 40. Credited for ushering a new era of peace between India and Pakistan, he retired in a decade, devoting himself to travelling the world, pursuing an interest