Our Self-Written Obituaries – Kush Sengupta, Chandernagore
The 169th death.
[Text and photos sent by Kush Sengupta]
Last night Kush Sengupta died in his sleep when four volumes of the Collected Works of Tagore fell on him from his overstuffed book shelf. He will be missed most by his Kindle whom he had recently bought because both his rooms, in Kolkata and Delhi, could not hold any more books.
He died as he wanted to, near the river where he grew up overlooked by the old French church in his hometown (see first pic below). He has bequeathed his book collection to the local library, which is behind his lifelong passion for books. He leaves behind his unfinished magnum opus and a few loved ones, most of whom knew his addiction to books would be his undoing.
He has left detailed instructions for his funeral. He wants to be buried in a grave with marble tombstone where his loved ones would leave red carnations, his favorite flower.
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