I was going through the pictures on D’s blog. Pictures are all that there are really. And an occasional line or two – poetic enough to feel like the first waft of warm, moist southern wind after a cold and damp Calcutta winter.

How many who know him know about this poetic facet of his?

In this strange moment between frames of black and white, and some colour sprinkled along, I realized that these lesser known (often unknown) facets that you know about someone (almost like a secret) make you love that person so much more. So when the world says something about him, all you do is smile – since you know something the world does not.