Shipra became stardust on a moonlit night under the sea of shining stars. She was strolling through the bylanes of an obdurate city on a solitary night when she drowned in the sudden flash flood unleashed by memories, desires and unfulfilled expectations. The abandoned and howling dogs and the awakened crows confirmed her timely death. The not so young woman lived an ordinary life, died an ordinary death and had an ordinary life story. Between her unmemorable life and nondescript death, she drank zillion cups of coffee, baked infinite number of banana walnut bread and hoarded a cargo of fictional … Continue reading My Obituary