As is my customary ritual I emailed my cousin V detailing my weekend jaunts. She replied back in an hour talking about her weekend and finished of her email with news of a family friend’s death. Somehow, reading her email made me feel sad. Real sad.
For the longest time when I lived in CBE, V’s friends were my friends. I used to tag along with her on her combined study groups and practically knew every one of her friends’ families. This particular uncle who passed away today not only resembled my dad a lot but inspired a lot of respect in me. I used to like going to their home for the good conversation, plenty of books and the scenic setting of Nilgiris in the background. I remember plenty of days when Auntie used to teach Chemistry in our outhouse to a bunch of unruly 11th and 12th graders. I remember the loud laugh fests in our hall with all of us crowding around the teepai that held steaming cups of tea my paati made. There is so much swirling in my thoughts now.
Having been through losing my dad not too long back, it reminds me how much of a loss this is. I pray for Uncle to rest in peace and for the family to have the strength to go through this.