Lali

I cannot get Lali out of my head for now. It’s impossible to articulate what she meant. That it was in the mundane nature of our conversations that saved me. I’ve never spoken to a stronger person. There she was, struggling to sit with the pain shooting through her body, and she would joke about having shaved off her hair for nothing, because it was too late to get chemotherapy after all.

Neha remembers her blogger friend Lalita who passed away early this morning after a struggle with cancer.

I met her just once but I owe at least a small part of the good times of the past year and a half to her touch. When she told me about her illness a few months ago, may be it was the insulating nature of the chat window that stopped me from comprehending the enormity of the news. But then a few days later, someone nudged me and I understood. And I froze.

Anantha mourns the loss of a friend. RIP, Lalita.