The bloggers who knew Lalita were smitten by her. It was her easy erudition, delightful prose, quirky sense of humour, grit in the face of adversity, non judgemental attitude and an undefinable charm factor that made most of us idolize her. Those who heard about her only after her death might wonder what all the fuss is about.
On hearing about her death, I was stumped. Instinctively I went to her blog and started reading her archives. Somehow reading the archives gave a sense of false relief, as if she is still alive through her words.
I link here a sample of her posts.
The perfect omelette - this was the first post I read. Frankly, the omelette can't be as delicious as her prose. Anagram, crossword, cooking, etymology - a classic Lalita post.
Having negotiated these turbulent rapids of passionate romances, infatuations and crushes a few decades ago and now floating serenely in the placid pools of affection and fondness, - That sentence alone makes this post worthy of reading.
This is the post where she talks about translating Rabindra Sangeet.
Her visit to Madras, her hometown
The first words she spoke to her husband
Her take on Ahalya, the impossible virgin
Spices are flavouring. They add additional notes to the song of a dish. What spice are you?
Not ginger or garlic, though you do bring pungency of desire. Not cardamom or cloves, though you add fragrance and fire. Not cinnamon though there is fragrance fire and pungency all there. Not cumin and coriander either, flavourful but too common.
Then I thought that all these spices are seeds, pods, fruit, bark or resins, they grow out of earth. They enhance, yes, but they are not necessary, or vital. There is something else that is absolutely vital- of the earth, no the earth itself- salt. - Dilbar dil se pyaare
Happiness is hindsight, really
Her Poem - Love in a rocking chair
Her Poem - Let's spend the night together
The post where she informed us about her cancer, written is such a sun-is-shining-brightly attitude that most of us didn't understand the enormity of it.
A poem of mine that she translated
My favorite poem of hers
Her last post, a dark tale.
As I said earlier, thanks for everything Lalita.