Review By Harsimran Kaur

An author marvelled for his sarcasm, impeccable truth, candid writing and spunk of humour—Khushwant Singh never fails to amuse and enthuse me. His writing is never pretentious. It has the charm to cut the ground under the feet and call spade a spade.

Reflecting back to his book, “Obituaries Death at my Doorstep” which I read in 2002 still resonates a fresh lily charm exuding the idea of death nonchalantly. It’s a thrill to read his obituary written by him, not many people in this world would have the audacity to write their obituaries less even think about dying. From reflections to enlightenments about the dynamics of death, the book traverses the thought process of saints like Dalai Lama and Osho Rajneesh. The poetic parlance navigating the magnetism of the rough end to life is magical to read

Khushwant Singh has assiduously chosen some of the people to reflect on after their demise. These are his close associates, acquaintances and family members with whom he had the opportunity to make some indelible memories. After reading the book, it sinks in that nobody is spared of their end. From a renowned personality to the bourgeois populace, death is an impregnable en

Take Away

Read it as it is a Khushwant Singh book.