by Siddhartha Deb
Email is how I have been in touch with Shakti over the past couple of years. The more I look back at that time, I find myself marvelling that Shakti managed to transform even email into something throbbing with her personality. I miss her emails, her packets from Delhi, her incredible energy, her hopes for herself, her friends, and art, and missing all that makes me think that it's impossible that all that hope and life could have just disappeared with her. It hasn't, of course, not when our memories are so caught up with her.
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