Mental Asylum Warden
Diya Saini Obituary
Death Certificate
We cannot convey our sentiments about the death of Diya Saini, who was 100 years old. Is that more pleasure or remorse? She’s been on our side for a decade. But even when she’s gone to hell, we sense that her ghost will always be hiding somewhere under the table, pinching our legs in red. Surprising, us inside our cupboards cutting clothes with shears, which she can’t wear. Or in the bathroom, spying on us, making us uncomfortable, on bathing with laughter in the background.
She was eccentric in character. Her early years of life, told by her, rotted away in Corporate Life. Then she realized that working for other people was a waste of her fuel, decreasing her gray cells & unnecessary ego growth.
She changed her domain and started her fashion brand, claiming to be a renowned fashion designer. She had success draping famous people; few sites still have the remnants of her label. She used to always rhyme by saying that it is visible if you look up my fashion label on the web with your heart. And if you are unsuccessful, that means you have evil intentions towards her.
She saved a lot of money modelling her clothes.
My inner feeling is that she was stingy as a warden whenever she had time settled up counting her pennies.
Suddenly, without meaning or reason, she shut down her successful business. Quoting, “I’m not getting the kicks anymore from it. Initially, I found constant kicks by my clientele on doing erroneous work. At once, all of a sudden, they started liking & stopped complaining.”
She chartered to the hazardous area that was writing. First, she started writing books for children and began terrorizing children across the Kindle platform. As she often said, I have a kid inside her who goes chain in the manner of a raging boar.
Then she graduated to comedy as she felt she held a funny bone, which seems going protruding out like a camel hump. Where the physician counseled to plunging into comedy as the only prescription.
Which triggered & molested her senses to set up her Website, Podcast & YouTube. Again, only to quit holding an angel burping in her dream to say you have some souls waiting for you on the Medium platform. That was enough reason for her to leave all the other platforms to meet the right eccentric people who had the same mental level as her.
Her writings began to spread to psychiatric departments. They started to lead reading sessions for patients; they constantly laughed, holding their bellies. A change in positive behavior began to manifest itself in patients. However, even though we didn’t want another eccentric on board, we had to invite her to the warden position.
Surprisingly, we thought she would feel it as a tight slap on her face. But she took it the opposite by saying it’s an honor to help the people of her breed. Then the rest is in front of everybody; her writings went on even from the mental institution. The patients became her followers, making her a star that didn’t fade.
Then, this awful morning, she was found lying in the electric chair. At night, the short circuit blocked out the light. As usual, we assume she went for walks in the frightful hours and found a chair for resting took the wrong one. The electricity, bringing light, took her light off.
Even in hell, she must be wreaking havoc by telling her stories that she could not make a head or tail.
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