Lalita is no more. She loved words. She would have liked a pithy obituary, preferably with an anagram or two thrown in. I can't write anything for her now. I am glad that I could meet her a couple of times and discuss poetry and translation with her. This was the last translation she wrote for me.
ஒரு வண்ணத்துப் பூச்சி எந்தன் வழி தேடி வந்தது
அதன் வண்ணங்கள் மட்டும் இங்கு விரலோடு உள்ளது
A butterfly once happened upon my path
My fingers still sport tints of aftermath.
What more to say. Thanks for everything Lalita.
6 comments:
This is a shocking news...
(:
-prakash
After reading your earlier post on her, I checked out her blog and was touched by her vivaciousness in spite of her debilitating disease. Let me offer my heartfelt condolences Senthil.
As they say When a fried passes away part of your history goes away. All the intellectual discussion you guys had is a memory now.
May her soul rest in peace.
ohhh....I was hoping that i never would have to read such a news! let her rest in peace!
sad...
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