In this world, there are very few people about whom nobody will have a single negative word or thought. Maitreyi was one of them. When I think of her, I remember her laugh and smile, which were there no matter what she was going through, her warmth and caring, which never wavered even as she endured one medical crisis after another, her sense of fun, her absolute engagement with life, her ability to connect with everybody. Today, when everybody seems to be a superwoman, Mai was the true epitome of one, rising head and shoulders above everyone. She never spoke about her job, but apparently it was a high-powered one. She was so humble and so normal, precious qualities that are in such short supply these days.
When she found out that I had cancer, she didn't resort to platitudes. She went the extra mile - many extra miles - which is what she did for everyone. I received in the mail, one day, a beautiful coffee mug engraved all over with messages of love, hope and encouragement, and a book. That is the mug I use every day, sipping my coffee along with thoughts of my beautiful friend. Mai and her mother came to visit me in Madras, setting time aside from a hectic schedule, to share her experience of her surgery and telling me what to look out for.
Aruna, Sairam, Suresh, Divya, Ashwin and Gayathri, our heart-felt condolences.
Life is so unfair, but I suppose it is not for us to question how and why things like this happen. The best I can do is to try to live like her, with warmth, love and laughter. My dearest Mai, I know that wherever you are now is a brighter happier place, because you are there.