Our Self-Written Obituaries – Vindhya Vatsyayan, Mehrauli
The 163rd death.
[Text by Vindhya Vatsyayan, photos by Suneel and Shubham Vatsyayan]
She had a big smile with bigger teeth.
Vindhya Vatsyayan always wanted to knock on random doors and ask what’s your story. Last night around 11:34 when she tried knocking on her heart’s door, the heart paused forever. She was to turn 30 in two-and-a-half years, which was a complete nightmare in her last days.
Ms Vatsyayan will be remembered for her love for black-and-white photographs, postcards and her search for false love. She had a dream to paint the walls of hospitals to put some glamour there. The torn pages of her diary told us to cremate her along with her Murakami books, diaries and all the postcards she had forced people to write to her.
She was a lover of fairy lights and of this quote from her favorite book–What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.
We will be reading aloud the last hundred unfinished pages of this book to put her soul on rest.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.