...when they are with us are the ones who make most unhappy when they part. It was a shock to know that Mr. Srinivas is no more. He is just 61. We took his longevity for granted, just as we take his kindness for granted. So unassuming! So very helpful!! No formalities...I could just be myself.
...He shared my arboretum dream. He always wanted to buy some land. It sounded as though he is going to buy it, to plant whatever I wanted. Thank God! At least we talked about it. Now I realize the true meaning of what some books would say - lead each day as though it is our last day. But what about our dreams, ideas and aspirations? For that matter - fears? They seem to be null and void when fate usurps all of them. Until that time we ought to have them as props to get through our lives!
This is the most memorable moment. Mr. and Mrs. Srinivas enjoying my poem. (was it really a poem? Now it doesn't seem so. But at that time it was more than a poem. Very much exciting. One of the ingredients that made a very simple get-together a wonderful event for every one of us!)
