July 2017, at the party following Arav/Arya’s ceremony, carefree and joyous, dancing with Deb, that’s how I wish to remember Anita.
But I cannot forget the last time we met her, just about a month ago. You could see it on her face, she knew she did not have much time. She was never one to talk about herself; this time was no different. Rather, she was making plans for Arav and Arya.
Four of us sat in the living room, the one with the plush sofas and Deb’s gigantic sound system. So many parties over the years. Anita’s delicious culinary creations.
We left within the hour. Anita came out to the balcony to see us off.
She was one of the most caring and thoughtful of my friends. That last time we met, she recalled some obscure detail about my Dad’s condition from fourteen years ago. She was friend and counselor when my family needed her help. Ruhi and I will miss her, terribly. May her soul rest in peace. And may her sons live happy lives. And to Deb, my friend, my deepest condolences.