Your first death anniversary
It was exactly a year back on this day when I landed in Bangalore and received the call from Ash to go check up on you. The moment she mentioned your name, I feared the worst. I redirected the Uber to your house instead of mine, which was not unusual as there have been so many times in the past when I have landed in Bangalore and come straight to see you. But this time, I was gritting my teeth and clenching my fingers in the hopes that I would indeed see you, and that quiver I heard in Ash’s voice was nothing but a misconception. I reached Ramamurthynagar but I just couldn’t find your house. I walked up and down through so many streets, noticed so many places we used to go for a smoke, but your house was nowhere to be found. I called Ash and she said I should look for a house where people may have gathered. I called Munda and asked if he could come and help me. With Munda’s help, we spotted your house, and the first sign of relief for me was that there was no crowd. The second...