Dear Manu,
When I try to write about you, I return to the small things. The meal served with care. A shared laugh. An animal whose need you noticed. The ordinary moments that were simply part of being with you.
I think of Aloo ka Meetha and the warmth of that beginning. I think of Milo, and of how naturally you made room for another life. These memories tell me about you in a way a list of achievements never could.
You gave attention to what was in front of you. A person, a promise, a lesson, an animal at the door: you took care seriously, even when the act itself looked small.
I miss that familiar presence. I wish there were more ordinary days for us, more things to tell each other, more photographs we did not yet know we would treasure.
So I keep these little memories close. They bring back the Manu I knew in daily life, and the love I am grateful to have shared.
Trilok