I met you in Paris. I
was living in my small Bermuda triangle with its superb view over the Ecluses
des Recollets, on Quay de Valmy. My landlady told me about a young Indian
filmmaker who would undoubtedly be interested in meeting someone working for
UNESCO. A young Indian filmmaker –I thought-, that must be interesting!
Going up the stairs I
finally met by chance my neighbour from downstairs. You, Anand. A first
invitation for an informal tea and chat was followed by other occasions, all of
them following the same thread: interesting conversation. I was always
fascinated by your fresh perspective on things, as well as comforted and amused
by your crisp sense of humour, which is in fact a supreme form of intelligence.
Since those
conversations, the rest was a beautiful collection of other moments. A birthday
celebration on Quay de Valmy with an improvised picnic, which ended in the
small hours with you playing tabla; the avant-avant-première of your
fascinating “India Inside Out” at your friends’ cave in Paris; a visit to
Provins with you and Supryia -and Ulrike!- in a beautiful September morning; meeting your
family and discovering Hyderabad in your company…
Once again I learnt
about a good friend passing away in a rather improbable manner. I saw some
strange comment on Facebook being posted on your wall. I did not check then.
The next morning my friend Ramya e-mailed me from Bangkok a link to a press
article. Then I learnt about your tragic and avoidable death.
I do not want to dwell
on the tragic circumstances of your departure from this world. Nor I want to elaborate on the enormous fragility of our frail existence. I just want to
keep it simple and easy, as simple and easy a pleasure was relating to you. I
just want to say out loud I was blessed with meeting you and sharing all those
moments. And that I will miss you.
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