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Woke up this morning to a msg from a friend from journalism school- we are in touch and her salam is not unusual. However I missed a beat, with three young kids, one a toddler I didn’t expect such an early morning greeting.
A minute into the conversation and she gave me the most wretched news. Another friend of ours was no more. My Husband who was also in the same class with me had left early, so I had to stop my self from passing out. We had heard she had breast cancer a few years ago but thought she was in US- with best of diagnostic and treatment facilities so never thought the disease would kill her. The mental taboo associated with cancer is such that we never got around to asking her how she was feeling and waited for her to share. Some of us had no idea about her condition. And none of us knew she had reached last staged and had arrived in Kashmir just two days back. The love of her land had made her convince her family that she wanted to come back and die in Kashmir . While she must have wanted to meet family and friends but death gave her no time and she passed away two days after her arrival.
Her face is refusing to leave me, her peach and cream complexion, her blue eyes, her almost blond hair. Her grace, her dignity , her poise. She was the topper in our batch, a very good tv anchor who left for a family life in US.
While I was still coming interms with this, a friend shared news of photojournalist Danish Siddiquis death. A young lensman whose lens gave us the most smearing images of India lately. Who not only won the biggest award in journalism in the world but won hearts with his daredevil attitude.I still have his number saved wanted him to Pixstory, his pictures would have been a hit. Never got around to talking to him, never will now. My heart goes out to both the families. RIP beautiful souls .