The 135th death. [Text by Pooja Tripathi; photo by Remya Menon] This morning Pooja Tripathi, a well-known chronicler of city lives and loves, was found dead at her wooden cottage in the hills. Ms Tripathi leaves behind a books-filled home, as well as an unopened bottle of wine, and a vast collection of ethnic rings and silk sarees. Her survivors include her sixteen dogs. A book by late author Amrita Pritam was found beside her. Ms Tripathi had left beside a note on her blog about the details of her last rites—it pointedly asked the mourners to desist from reciting any poem by Sahir Ludhiyanvi. Instead, she wants the following lines to be inscribed on her tomb: When dreams die Where do the