Just like that. Even before I crossed the Atlantic for the first time I knew it would happen like this. Right down to the time and the way of delivery. Premonition, or vision, I can’t tell the difference. One thing I know that you will be missed very very very very badly the next time I enter your bedroom. I am glad you had a good life with your family all around you. Few in India, even among the privileged, go on to live well into their eighties. It’s funny that I didn’t cry hearing the news. I didn’t envision that I would. But I ended up crying anyway listening to the saddest story I have ever heard in my entire life at wee hours in the morning. It’s been a long, long time I have had exercised my lachrymal glands but today was it. I digress. Rest in peace, Didu.
