The 160th death.

[Text and photos by Mayank Pahuja]

It was the evening before his birthday when Mayank Pahuja returned home with his bag full of new and used books–he lived with his stray pets and cabinets full of books.

Although it was unusually cold in Bombay, the apartment was warm enough. Mr Pahuja took a shower, made himself pasta and settled down to read a volume of Franz Kafka stories. A few hours later, his girlfriend entered the apartment to give him a birthday surprise and found him on the floor. The half-finished Kafka lay by his side while the cool breeze streaming in from the sea-facing window was gently ruffling his long hair.

Mr Ahuja is fondly remembered by bookstore owners; his girlfriend tears up every time she hears the first line of his beloved Pink Floyd song, “Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.”

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