Our Self-Written Obituaries – Kingshuk Deka, Pune
The 218th death.
[Text and photo sent by Kingshuk Deka]
Kingshuk Deka always feared what if he were to outlive Luca. The growing cataract in the beautiful feline eyes bothered him. You see, Luca was more than just his pet cat. His warmth was what kept him company on most days. Brushing his golden fur, on a Sunday sunset, calmed him like no other. His purring was all that made sense when nothing else did. More importantly, Luca enjoyed this close place in his heart because he reminded him of a certain someone, of his past and the merrier times.
He never had a fondness for cats. He warmed up to cats only because love had befallen him. Luca licked the wounds and made him okay. He constantly shuffled between writing letters which admitted his love and playing with Luca. Oh that and playing Shafqat Amanat Ali’s rendition of Phir Le Aaya Dil on loop. His life had become synonymous with the line from the song, “Woh Jo Adhoori Si Baat Baaki Hai.”
The day his fear came true, he saw Luca sleep in peace. Mr Deka knew at that particular moment it was time for him to let go as well. And he did. He passed away, curled up beside Luca, the very next day.
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