Our Self-Written Obituaries – Mohit Jain aka Rumi, Balbir Nagar Extension
The 201st death.
[Text and photos sent by Mohit Jain]
We have shared a bond so pristine and intimate. It was the most intimate moment that I spent with you. Your presence evoked a sense of belonging in my otherwise empty life. Each time, I felt alone, you have been a constant companion to fill in the lacks of my life. Without you, I could not have imagined pulling off this life.
Dear mom and dad,
I hope you did not cry when I died and I hope my funeral to be a celebration and not to be a crowd of suffering and mourning people. I wish none of you shed any tears.
I requested that each of you bring my favourite books to my funeral so you could read a little passage from them. I would have loved you to bring Dostoyevsky or to read out the Mary Oliver’s poems with as much passion as I would have read them. But above all, may you not forget my Emily Dickinson, so I don’t suffer like another doctor Faustus. I wish you made my funeral a literary festival to not provide my soul to be bartered away to the devil. I want it to be a festival of joy! I want you to feel free to sing, to dance and to celebrate the journey of my never-ending love affair with life. Indeed, I have always loved life but expected a bit more as Van Gogh did. I know I have never been a very career or money-minded person, but I don’t regret it anymore. I read many stories from many people across the globe. Moreover, I met some really beautiful friends I will never forget. And at the end, the only thing I would like to say is that it’s not a crime to be queer. I think it’s time that we have to embrace who we really are! Love for all.
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