Famiangi, Mizoram's oldest woman, passes away at the age of 117 — Here's what happened
She breathed her last on Tuesday morning, July 23.
Famiangi was known for her remarkable health and spirit. In the last few months, however, her health had started deteriorating due to age-related ailments.
Mizoram's oldest woman had also cast her vote in the 2023 Mizoram State Assembly Elections, for which she was honoured with a certificate by the State Election Commission, reported The Assam Tribune.
According to records maintained by local community leaders, Famiangi was born in 1908 to late Huathmung and Suisung. She was married to the Heinawna, with whom she had eight children.
Spanning a life that witnessed the transition from colonial rule to modern India, Famiangi saw more than a century of change—leaving behind a family of 51 grandchildren, 122 great-grandchildren, and 22 great-great-grandchildren, reported The Assam Tribune.
The incident occurred on July 15, while the marathon runner was crossing the road in his village of Beas, Punjab.
Fauja Singh was 114 years old.
In the 1990s, the marathon runner moved to England to live with one of his sons. At the age of 89 years, he made a remarkable return to running, participating in international marathons in his age category.
Fauja Singh was laid to rest with full state honours. Following his death, the body was kept in a glass casket with his photograph beside it to allow the people to take a last look at the running legend and pay their last respects.
Later, his body was carried in a decked-up hearse to the cremation ground.
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Famiangi, Mizoram's oldest woman, passes away at the age of 117 — Here's what happened
Famiangi, who is believed to be the oldest woman in Mizoram, passed away at the age of 117 years at her home in the Northeastern state's Pangkhua village in southern Lawngtlai district. She breathed her last on Tuesday morning, July 23. Famiangi was known for her remarkable health and spirit. In the last few months, however, her health had started deteriorating due to age-related ailments. Mizoram's oldest woman had also cast her vote in the 2023 Mizoram State Assembly Elections, for which she was honoured with a certificate by the State Election Commission, reported The Assam Tribune. According to records maintained by local community leaders, Famiangi was born in 1908 to late Huathmung and Suisung. She was married to the Heinawna, with whom she had eight children. Spanning a life that witnessed the transition from colonial rule to modern India, Famiangi saw more than a century of change—leaving behind a family of 51 grandchildren, 122 great-grandchildren, and 22 great-great-grandchildren, reported The Assam Tribune. The incident occurred on July 15, while the marathon runner was crossing the road in his village of Beas, Punjab. Fauja Singh was 114 years old. In the 1990s, the marathon runner moved to England to live with one of his sons. At the age of 89 years, he made a remarkable return to running, participating in international marathons in his age category. Fauja Singh was laid to rest with full state honours. Following his death, the body was kept in a glass casket with his photograph beside it to allow the people to take a last look at the running legend and pay their last respects. Later, his body was carried in a decked-up hearse to the cremation ground.
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During the 100-odd kilometres I walked alongside him through the streets of London for both books, I was finally able to piece together his life. He was born in Bias Pind, in Jalandhar district, on April 1, 1911, to Mehr Singh and Bhago Kaur. Ironically, the legs on which he clocked endless miles of running were spindly, and his friends used to call him Danda. He was adopted by his aunt, Rai Kaur, and was nicknamed Gallari (talkative), a tag he carried till his last breath. Fauja Singh could entertain you endlessly with his stories and wit, albeit frequently punctuated with the choicest of Punjabi expletives. I can hear his favourite one as I write this. But Fauja was not all talk. He was an indefatigable farmer. Village folklore has it that the oxen would get tired, but Fauja wouldn't. This relentless work ethic eventually found expression on the track. Yet, what many don't know is how deeply charitable Fauja was. 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