Our Self-Written Obituaries – Vishakha Khandelwal, Indore
The 211st death.
[Text and photos sent by Vishakha Khandelwal]
In a faintly lit room, with Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” playing in the background on speakers, Vishakha Khandelwal was found dead under mysterious circumstances, with a sketch book and a felt-tip pen in her hand. The words “Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go” were playing when she was discovered pale, lifeless on the floor of the room, with her face towards her favorite scribbled wall, with her little pieces of what she liked to call “art”.
She had gotten home just a few hours ago before dying, after spending an afternoon full of moments of putting up pretentious smiles and fake laughter with the people she thought she loved the most, but she could never love someone truly, even after having tried hard enough.
Ms Khandelwal is survived by a lot of beautiful handwritten letters she never sent, a journal of poems she wrote, multiple tiny diaries of things she drew, cassettes from 1970s and 80s that she received from her father, a collection of things she hoarded-like merchandise and posters of her favorite sports players and bands, old newspaper cutouts, about a 100 beer bottle crowns, a few sports magazines, some books, tons of of photographs, a limited edition David Bowie metro card, few sheets of her failed comic book idea and some artsy things that were close to her heart.
She was sure that she only will be remembered by her friends, family and acquaintances only as someone who was always fangirling over Roger Federer and checking scores of tennis matches on her phone and hyperventilating about it. Because that’s the only side of her people saw.
But Ms Khandelwal also wanted to be remembered as a lover of abstract, a woman with multiple passions, a keen observer of little things around her and a person who was always zoned out and weaving a little poem in her head.
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 mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com.
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