Our Self-Written Obituaries – Pooja Priyamvada, Patparganj
The 206th death.
[Text and photos sent by Pooja Priyamvada]
This poet-lady was always fascinated with obituaries, writing her own is almost a poet’s lifelong dream come true.
Newspapers count alphabets and you pay by the word, isn’t it? If similarly life kept a register a small hill-town will remember Pooja Priyamvada as that geek who would dive in every library available and would name all the cedars she met.
Teenage page would be full of personal and social angst and illnesses both of the body and the mind, the teenager whose life-lessons came in hospitals and medicines.
Youth was just the heady mix of believing in happily-ever-afters and her own omnipotence of being able to create one in her utopia of literature and romantic love.
Parenthood, the roller coaster of accepting that all the learning so far needed to be unlearned with her tiny co-learner.
If her body wrote an obituary for her soul it would have volumes to write about the Sufi-Zen babbler but if the soul had to return the favour it would only have health bulletins and pain thresholds to define.
Those who said they loved her are lying; it wasn’t enough, never when she needed it. Only her blogs and her daughter carry her legacy.
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 email@example.com.
Such a pleasure to be featured here Mayank, now I can die in peace whenever.
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