Shakti

by Samit Basu

Meghna just sent me this pic a few minutes ago; this is in my flat, on my birthday, last December. Rehan and Shakti hadn't met before, but they got along like a house on fire. Given who they both were, no one was at all surprised. I remember them running around, him sitting on her head, pulling her hair and looking completely delighted.
My nephew turns one in two days. Shakti isn't here any more. But they met that one evening and I'm so glad they did. Glad there's a chance some of her warmth, her laughter, her grace, her immense coolness rubbed off on him. May there be other people in his life as wonderful as she was.
Miss you, Shakti.

Originally published here.