I looked up at Sangeeta as a mentor – my research guide at one stage. The bonding continued over books, coffee and no-holds-barred discussions.
She stayed alone, but connected to the world with her writing. Her amazing clarity of thought often created discomfort, as the paradigm shift created by her vision made people feel unstable.
I met her last over a gourmet lunch cooked by her, followed by chocolate wine.
“And bring no book, for this one day, We’ll give to idleness.” She said.
We spent the afternoon soaking the winter sun, talking about her grand-daughter ’s launch of a music album. She surprised me with her in-depth knowledge of current music trends.
She was gone on Monday morning, after scanning media reviews on the album.
I learnt later she’d given up music, because her late husband suffered from musical anhedonia.